Larissa had never met her biological father before. By the time she was old enough to remember, Yvette was already with Xavier.

She could only piece together a vague image of her father's appearance from Yvette's poor descriptions.

"He's an incompetent piece of trash." Perhaps he was skinny and meek.

"He was always tongue-tied and clumsy." Maybe he was a silent and introverted man who always doubted himself.

"He's a freeloader who couldn't earn a penny by himself. He depends on women to pay his bills." He probably dressed in the simplest clothes, maybe even a bit sloppy.

In short, he was not particularly impressive or good-looking.

However, Larissa always had an inkling that Yvette was not telling the truth. Just because they didn't share a close relationship didn't mean she didn't understand her.

Yvette was vain and materialistic, and if her biological father was truly as unbearable as she had described, Yvette would never have married him in the first place.

Then again, per