The days after Eunji’s outburst felt like a storm had swept through her world, leaving only silence in its wake. She had gone to great lengths to shut herself off from everything—her anger was a fortress, and no one was allowed in. No one could see the rawness of her pain. Not her "uncle," not her "parents," not anyone.

The mansion, once a gilded cage of perfection, had now become a hollow shell, as empty and broken as she felt inside. Hiroto was no longer the distant but affectionate figure who occasionally visited. He was the man who had lied to her, who had stolen her true identity and replaced it with a fabricated, hollow life.

One evening, as Hiroto sat in his private study, poring over business reports, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was a text from one of the maids. The message was brief but chilling:

"Sir, Eunji’s room is in disarray. She’s destroyed nearly everything. We tried to clean it, but she refused us entry. She is no longer speaking to us or anyone else in the house."

Hiroto sat back in his chair, his mind reeling. He had known things had been tense with Eunji, but this... this was something different. She had always been a quiet but pleasant girl, a far cry from the destructive force he was now hearing about. He stood up and walked out of the study, his heart pounding with anxiety.

As he reached Eunji’s room, his breath caught in his throat. The door was slightly ajar, and the sight inside was like something from a nightmare. The room was torn apart—sheets thrown on the floor, books scattered, a lamp shattered, and broken glass from a once-beautiful vase now glittered across the floor like forgotten dreams.

Eunji was sitting in the middle of the room, her back against the wall, her face blank but her eyes full of a cold, burning fire. She didn’t even look up when the door creaked open.

"Eunji," Hiroto said softly, his voice thick with regret. "What happened?"

There was a long pause, the silence between them stretching like a taut rope, before Eunji spoke, her voice low and full of venom.

"I don't need you to come in here and pretend to care," she said, her words sharp. "I don’t want you here. I don’t want anything from you."

Hiroto’s heart sank. The pain in her words cut deeper than any physical wound. He had caused this. He had broken her, and there was no way to fix it. But he needed to try. He had to.

"Eunji," he began, walking toward her slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. "Please, listen to me. I know you’re angry, and I know I’ve failed you. But you have to understand—"

"No," she snapped, cutting him off. "I don’t have to understand anything. You don’t get to make me feel better about this. You don’t get to fix me."

Her voice was steady, but the weight of her words hit him like a slap. She stood up, her movements stiff, deliberate. She wasn’t the same girl who had arrived at this mansion so full of hope and wonder. Now, she was a shadow of that person, hardened by pain and lies.

"I’m not going to forgive you, Hiroto," she said, her eyes cold as ice. "Not for what you did, not for what you took from me. I don’t care if you’re legally and biologically my father. That doesn’t matter anymore."

Hiroto froze, his heart aching with the reality of her words. He had never expected this, never thought she would shut him out so completely. But now, standing before her, he realized just how much he had underestimated the depth of her pain.

"I will never emotionally accept you," she continued, her voice trembling with the force of her emotion. "You’ve made me feel like a stranger everywhere I go. You’ve made me feel like nothing but a pawn in your world of lies. You think you can fix this by acknowledging me on the news? That’s not enough. It will never be enough."

Hiroto's eyes welled with unshed tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. There was nothing left to say. She was right. He had broken her trust beyond repair, and now there was no way to make it right.

"I won’t ever call you ‘father,’" Eunji whispered bitterly, her gaze flickering to the floor. "You’re just ‘uncle’ to me. And that’s all you’ll ever be. You’ve already ruined everything, and now, it’s too late."

She turned away from him, walking toward the broken pieces of her life scattered around the room. Hiroto stood there, motionless, as she began to collect the fragments, a cold anger settling in her posture.

With a heavy heart, Hiroto turned and walked out of the room, each step a painful reminder of his failure. He had no right to ask for her forgiveness. Not after everything he had put her through.

As he closed the door behind him, he realized the bitter truth: no matter how much he loved her, he couldn’t erase the damage he had done. And Eunji... Eunji had already made up her mind. She would never accept him, and that was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life.