Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 225

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It amused me.

Watching Grace’s face as I unraveled everything in front of her was far more entertaining than I had imagined it would be. I studied her closely, memorizing every flicker in her expression as she tried desperately to piece the truth together, as if understanding it would somehow make it less horrifying. She looked at me like I was a monster, like I was something inhuman standing before her.

That look fascinated me.

I have always found it interesting how people who can never understand someone like me try so hard to force meaning into actions that were never meant to fit into their moral little boxes. They stare at you as if you are broken, when in reality, you simply see the world more clearly than they ever could.

A smile curved on my lips as I watched both of them.

River looked furious. His entire body was tense, his fists clenched so tightly that I could almost hear his bones protest. It looked as though he wanted nothing more than to walk over and strangle me with his bare hands for what I had done. The only reason

he did not move was because Grace was standing behind him. He was protecting her.

How touching.

My uncle and River must have grown quite close over the months they worked together in secret. The news of my uncle’s inevitable death clearly affected him more than he expected. I could see it in his eyes.

I smiled wider because of those two, my foolish uncle and this overconfident man, my beautifully crafted plan had cracks in it. They interfered, and ruined what would have been perfect.

I could not wait to kill him too.

Just as I was enjoying the storm of emotions on his face, a voice cut through the tension.

“Why?”

I blinked and turned my head toward Grace.

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She no longer looked like the timid, nervous intern who once tried so hard to survive in a world bigger than her. The woman standing before me now looked furious, no, not just furious. She looked like someone standing on the edge of losing control.

Her hands were clenched, her jaw tight, her eyes locked onto mine with a dangerous intensity.

“Why would you do all of this?” she demanded, her voice low but trembling with rage. “Why would you kill my father? Why would you kill Apollo’s mother? Why would you kill Austin?”

She took a step forward as if she truly intended to reach me and wipe the smile off my face herself.

“Why would you kill Hannah?!” she shouted, her voice breaking with emotion. “Why would you do that?”

Her breathing became uneven, anger coming out of her. I knew if River was not holding her back, she would have charged at me without caring about the gun resting on my lap or the men standing behind me.

She really wanted to kill me.

“You might have your reasons for the others,” she continued, “but why would you touch an innocent child? She never did anything to you! She was already an orphan because you killed her parents! She could have survived that, but you still killed her! Why would you take her life? Why?!”

Her words echoed in the space between us. Instead of feeling anger, or feeling threatened, I felt something entirely different.

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I chuckled.

It slipped out before I could stop it, then the chuckle turned into laughter.

I laughed harder, the sound bouncing off the cold walls around us. I laughed so much that tears formed at the corners of my eyes. Even the men behind me shifted uncomfortably, confused by my reaction.

Grace stopped yelling and stared at me.

I wiped at the corner of my eye and shook my head lightly, still smiling. “Sorry,” I said between soft breaths. “Sorry for ruining the dramatic moment. I couldn’t help it.”

“Sometimes I laugh when I don’t understand certain emotions. It’s just how I process things.” I rested my elbow casually on the arm of the chair. “You talk about innocence as if it’s some sacred thing. As if being young or helpless automatically makes

someone valuable.”

I studied her face again.

“That’s what fascinates me about people like you. You feel so much for others. You rage for them. You break for them. But you still don’t understand me at all.”

“Grace, honey,” I said lightly, tilting my head, “I don’t understand you. I truly don’t.”

My fingers tapped lazily against the armrest as I continued, “I don’t even understand why Apollo would choose to marry you. I don’t think I was ever like you before. I may have pretended to be kind, yes, but I was never this… soft.”

My gaze moved over her deliberately, assessing her.

“You’re so different from his type of woman,” I went on thoughtfully. “I honestly wonder why he would even look at you in the first place. What exactly did you do to him?”

She frowned at that, but she did not answer. She just stood there.

I sighed and gave a small shrug. “What I really don’t understand is why you are this pained. None of the people I killed are truly related to you. Even your father, you barely knew him. You were not close. So why are you this angry? Especially over an orphan with no blood connection to you. I was born without certain human emotions, Grace. At least, that’s what I’ve always believed. So I genuinely don’t know what you’re feeling right now. Would you mind explaining it to me?”

For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then something in her expression shifted. The wild anger settled into something colder. She looked at me with open mockery.

“Honestly,” she said quietly, “what did I expect from someone like you in the first place? Someone who doesn’t hesitate to

kill.”

Her lips curved slightly. “I should have known someone like you couldn’t possibly be human. Because only a monster would do what you’ve done.”

I did not smile this time. I simply watched her.

“You’re right. Hannah is not my blood. And I never met my father before he died, so technically I shouldn’t feel this pain. But even a decent human being would feel sad over what you’ve done. That is what it means to be human. It doesn’t have to happen to you personally for you to feel the pain of losing someone you love.”

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