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"I wish you were my father, Uncle," said Helena before she fell asleep.
This leaves Zuriel and his wife awkwardly realizing something. They are silent, thinking about what the girl said.
"The girl has some daddy issues," says Jiana.
"Please don't say that, Jiana," says Letitia nicely.
"Why? It's true!"
Zuriel pulls the blanket to cover Helena up until her neck, tucking her in. The words she said still echo in his mind like pinballs, getting faster every time they bounce on his skull from the inside. Paired up with the quarreling of his wives, his mind couldn't process anything for the moment.
He sits on the bed, just looking at his wives. They notice him looking at them and they are petrified by his stern gaze.
"Sorry," says Letitia.
"Yeah," Jiana adds, looking at the floor.
He shakes his head slowly as he sighs. "It's okay, my Queens. I was just discombobulated for a minute."