Chiaki was looking at her cell phone.
She was either looking at something on her cell phone screen or staring blankly at the cell phone in her hand.
"What's the matter?" Mika noticed this and asked.
"Nothing … I was just wondering if I should call Dad." Chiaki smiled.
Mika understood and fell silent.
Using herself as bait to lure out an evil god was such a dangerous matter. Even if Seiji and the knight order were present, it would be impossible to guarantee her safety.
In such a situation, whether or not she should call her only family member and tell them … this was indeed a problem for Chiaki.
"I can roughly imagine how he'll respond, so I don't want to do that," Chiaki said softly. "But if I don't tell him, it seems unreasonable."
'Reasonable … not family, but reasonable. '
Mika felt sad, but she didn't allow herself to show it.
"I think that you should contact him."
Chiaki fell silent.
"If it were you, what would you say if you called him at this time?" After a period of silence, the tomboy smiled and asked her friend a little mischievously.
"This …" Mika didn't expect that Chiaki would ask such a question, so she paused for a moment. "I'll tell him everything …"
"And then? Just tell him? "
Mika was unable to continue.
Although she knew what she would say, or what she should say, that was her, not Chiaki.
She had a mother, not a father, and they had a good parent-child relationship, unlike Chiaki.
That was why she couldn't continue … she felt that she shouldn't continue.
Chiaki smiled as she looked at her friend who remained silent.
This type of mischievousness would only work on Mika, but it would be different for Seiji.
Mika had many flaws, and although Seiji had flaws as well, they were far fewer, or perhaps to a lesser degree. If he was serious, people would feel that he had no flaws at all and was incredibly reliable.
He was a perfect match for Wanhua Summer Night, and he was also a suitable match for Mika.
As for herself … although she was a good match for him, even if he wasn't around anymore …
If Seiji knew about his thoughts, he would definitely be scolded.
Chiaki could completely imagine that scene. She could clearly imagine her boyfriend's angry expression.
But she wasn't going to change her mind because it was the truth.
He was indeed very important, very important, but even without him, everyone could still live well.
That was good.
That would do.
This way … even if something were to happen, he wouldn't need to worry about anything.
"Mika … thank you."
"Huh?"
The twintailed girl was taken aback by her friend's sudden thanks.
Then she saw him stand up and walk away with his phone.
Outside, Chiaki took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.
Then she picked up her phone and dialed the number.
Two seconds later, the call connected.
"Good evening, Dad."
"What's the matter?" the other party asked indifferently.
"It's nothing … Would you believe me if I said that?"
Hiroshi Makoto remained silent.
Chiaki chuckled.
"It's really nothing … to you.
Everything about me means nothing to you … I used to think so.
Although I'm no longer the same now … we're still the same.
We both have a cold side to us … towards others, towards ourselves … I don't know how to explain it, but I think you can understand.
"We … are actually a pair of father and daughter …"
"Incompetent … indecent … father and daughter."
Tears began flowing down the corners of her eyes as she said this.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Perhaps it was for the past, or for the future, or perhaps it was for the present.
"Dad … I'm sorry …
"And … thank you.
"You didn't do well … but you've actually done very well …
"It's fine to remain like this … just remain cold …
"If … a miracle happens, then everything will be fine.
"But if … something bad happens …
"Don't blame Seigo. I'm sure he's already done his best.
"I'll go to where Mom is … and when I see her, I'll tell her that you're the only one who still remembers her … that you're a good husband.
"In the future … just slowly forget about us, stop caring about us, and live a good life … that's all that matters."
Chiaki did her best to prevent her voice from sounding like she was crying. She did her best to remain calm and steady as she said these words.
Why was she crying? Why was she crying? She really didn't know either.
This was too unsightly.
It was as if she was leaving her last words … even though that wasn't the case.
She just wanted to say something.
She should have calmly and indifferently told her father that she didn't have any feelings for, and that she rarely saw him.
"I'm going out, and I might not come back."
That was all there was to it.
That was all.
This father-daughter relationship was truly nothing more than that.
She used to hate this relationship, but now she felt fortunate.
But … why …
"Where are you right now?"
The voice on the other side of the phone was no longer indifferent.
Instead, there was a hint of impatience and urgency in his voice.
"Tell me, Chiaki, where are you right now?
Are you at the Uehara apartment? Hurry up and answer! "
Chiaki reflexively answered upon hearing this question.
"Stay there, I'll be right there."
He hung up after saying this.
Chiaki paused in surprise for a moment before reacting.
"Dad …"
Wakaba Hiroshi Makoto abandoned the important business he was currently dealing with and drove to his destination as fast as he could.
His face was expressionless, and his eyeglasses flashed with a sharp light as he drove to the Uehara apartment in the shortest possible route. His driving speed was so fast that it was on the verge of breaking the rules and almost causing a traffic accident!
He knew exactly where the Uehara apartment was and how to get there.
Chiaki didn't know that ever since she started living at the Uehara apartment, Hiroshi Makoto had driven nearby more than once. It was just that he never went to see her.
He knew that she was doing well there, and that was enough for him.
He didn't want to see his daughter, but that didn't mean he didn't care about her.
He was an incompetent father … but no matter how incompetent he was, he was still a father!
He arrived near the apartment, parked his car, got out of the car, and quickly walked over without even locking it.
He saw Chiaki.
Hiroshi Makoto hurriedly walked towards her. His emotions were surging as he raised his right hand —
Smack!
A resounding slap landed squarely on Chiaki's face.
"What nonsense did you just say! Bastard!! "
Anger … as well as other emotions that even Hiroshi Makoto himself couldn't describe, were all contained in this single sentence.
The famous artist's expression right now was one of anger, but also sorrow, regret, and helplessness …
"Dad …" Chiaki covered her face and looked at him.
When was the last time her father hit her like this?
She had no memory of it at all.
This was the first time.
This was the first time she had ever been hit and scolded by him like this.
Hiroshi Makoto gazed deeply at his daughter.
Then, before he could react, his body moved on its own, and he slowly reached out and hugged her.
"Chiaki …"
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