"Do you have any idea what you've done? Huh?!" Agra's voice cracked like a whip in the silent room. "Fernand pulled out. Every single deal, every agreement—gone. How do you expect me to settle these debts now? Answer me!"
With a violent shove, Agra released his grip. Hana hit the floor hard. The sound of her body colliding with the wood—a dull thud—was followed by her sharp cry of pain.
"Aaahhh!"
Hana gasped, clutching her bruised knees and elbows. The sting was sharp, but she swallowed the physical pain, letting only the tears flow. She looked up, her gaze cutting through her father's fury. "Do you honestly think I wanted this, Father? Is that it? You aren't grieving for your daughter's stolen innocence; you're just mourning the loss of your golden ticket to pay off your creditors."
