For a split second, Nyla hesitated. She had once truly loved her father. However, seeing Dominic sobbing on the floor, pathetic and pitiful, she finally saw him for what he really was.

The so-called fatherly authority he used to carry was nothing more than fear-based dominance—he was no different than any other coward clinging to survival.

She said calmly, "You don't have to worry. I won't pursue charges against you or Camilla."

Nyla turned her head away, refusing to look at him again. "But whatever bond we had as father and daughter… ends here."

Dominic's face twisted in disbelief. "Nyla, what are you saying? You're seriously going to steal my position as family head?"

Nyla shook her head and let out a soft scoff. "I'm not stealing anything. But tell me—do you really think you're still fit to be the head of this family?"

Dominic opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His throat locked up like someone was physically choking the words from him.

Francesca stepped forward w