Chapter 52. I Have to Fix Them

Nyla’s POV

When I was growing up, my father told me I had a stone heart. I don’t know why he said it, probably because I love so hard that I can’t bear to see my loved ones suffer. I built an exterior impenetrable border around my heart, channeling my love to just one person. My father.

He was like a hero to me, he taught me everything, catered to me, and sacrificed so much for me to have a good life.

I could still remember my 10th birthday and how I nearly gave up hope, thinking he wasn’t going to come home that night. I stood by the window watching the rain roll down the glass, my eyes gazing down the street from the flicker of the streetlight, hoping to see my father coming home for my birthday.

I was home alone, Dad had no money to hire a nanny for me, and he worked so hard on a construction site to meet the requirements. Just when I thought of going back to my lonely bed and my pillow reminding me of the agony of being without a mother, my mind wa