“Kyson, will you still regard me as your sister?"

A flicker of sympathy crossed Kyson's face.

“It's Beal who made a mistake, not you, Selina."

Her smile was feeble.

"Kyson, I'm grateful you think so, but your parents... they'll surely seek retribution through me."

Kyson interjected quickly, "They won't. They're fair-minded. Please, let's go inside."

Selina's head shook faintly.

"No, I can't. Regardless of my father's deeds... He's still my father. His misdeeds are mine to rectify."

Selina shifted her posture slightly, straightening her kneel even further.

"I'll stay kneeling here until I'm forgiven," Selina declared.

Kyson, observing her pale complexion, felt a pang of sadness and pity.

"Selina, please don't do this. The rain is pouring down," he pleaded.

He reached to lift her up, but she resisted him.

"Kyson, stop trying to convince me. Go inside. You shouldn't be out in the rain," she insisted.

Kyson, his brow furrowed, saw the resolve on Selina's face and ceased his efforts. He turned and made his way back into the villa.

The summer's rain continued its relentless pour.

Selina's clothes quickly became drenched.

She clenched her teeth, steadfastly kneeling, as the frigid rain battered her, causing her to shiver from the cold.

Her actions weren't for her father's sake but for her own.

She couldn't allow the Moreno couple to take out their frustration on her due to her father's actions.