"It's not that…" she tried to explain.
"I know it now, but I was young at that time, blinded by my own beliefs and failed to understand things. After I came to England, I waited for you to call me or message me but you never did. Instead, you had your men around me and got updates from them but you never bothered to call me directly to ask how I was doing. If I am fine in that new place, If I am eating well, If I could even sleep in an unknown place. I waited and waited but there was no use."
"I am sorry," she said, feeling bad about it.
"You don't need to be sorry," he assured, "I know it was my father's decision but you approving it hurt me. But then, now I understand why my father had to take that decision. It must have been tough for him as well."
"What did you understand?" she asked.
