Chapitre 157: Chapter 157

Rose fell back onto her bed as soon as she entered her bedroom. Her right hand covered her face as there was a need to cry but she did not want to. She would have liked to go longer without knowing the king was her father but she appreciated her mother's honesty. 

No one would have any idea that she didn't want to know the truth. It was understandable that they thought she was deserving of it.

"He is my father," Rose muttered, disgusted by this. 

It was hard to swallow that the reason many became lost in the brothel was thanks to her failure of a father.

Victor would continue to be the man she looked to as a father but she couldn't stop thinking about the king. Would it kill the king to know that his orders stopped her from going to anyone for help? Even now that she was free there was still an order blocking her from looking into missing girls. 

It was disappointing.