“I can’t believe you failed,” my father’s disdainful voice dripped in my ears like acid. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get this opportunity?” He gave me a light push, “You are really good for nothing, aren’t you?”
“I did try my best, father,” I replied in a meek voice, hanging my head.
“You? Tried your best? Is this a joke?” His voice grew louder with every word he spoke, “Melinda gave me a detailed report about everything that happened. If it weren’t for her, you would have long been dead.”
My mind veered to the time Melinda had given me the poisoned raisins. She did help me initially but she was more dedicated to her mission than saving me. She would have killed me if she were alive. Hera had indirectly saved my life by killing her. But, I didn’t tell my father that.
