Piss Off, Alpha! You Chapter 190 I Do Love You

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 I Do Love You

SOPHIA’S POV

When I arrived at Stone Villa, sothing felt off the mont I stepped inside. The house was quiet, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet.

It felt heavy. Even the servants moved more carefully than usual. I noticed this.

I didn’t waste ti. I walked straight inside.

My mind kept replaying what the teacher had said earlier, and the more I thought about it, the more it unsettled .

Ashley didn’t go to school, she had no friends, and she was becoming difficult with others. I had been so caught up in everything else that I hadn’t noticed how much she was struggling, or maybe how much she was changing. The thought alone made

feel guilty.

When I reached the living room, I saw her.

Ashley was sitting on the couch, staring at the television. But she wasn’t really watching it. Her eyes looked distant, unfocused, like her mind was sowhere else entirely. There was no excitent, no energy, nothing like the usual spark she carried.

For a mont, I just stood there, watching her.

“Ashley,” I called softly.

She didn’t respond imdiately. It took a few seconds before she slowly turned her head to look at . Her expression didn’t change much. It was blank and that hurt more than if she had shouted at .

She didn’t look surprised to see . She didn’t even acknowledge .

“Why didn’t you go to school today?” I asked. I kept my voice calm as I walked closer to her.

She looked at

for a second, then looked away again.

“I didn’t feel like it,” she muttered.

Her answer was simple, but it wasn’t enough. I could feel it. There was sothing else behind it. There was sothing she wasn’t saying.

“That’s not a reason,” I said gently, sitting down across from her so I could see her face clearly. “Did sothing happen?”

She shook her head “No.”

“Then why didn’t you go?”.

Ashley crossed her arms. “I just didn’t want to,.

I studied her for a mont, trying to find sothing in her expression that would tell

the truth. But she avoided my eyes. She was looking at the floor now.

“Ashley,” I said softly. “You can tell

anything.”

She didn’t answer.

I felt like I was reaching out, but she wasn’t eting

halfway, and that hurt more than I expected.

Before I could say anything else, a voice interrupted from behind.

“Well, she said she didn’t want to go,” Tasha said casually as she walked into the room. “Why are you pushing her so much?”

I turned to look at her. She walked in casually, as if nothing was wrong, as if this situation didn’t matter.

“She skipped school,” I replied calmly “That’s not sothing to ignore.”

Tasha shrugged “She’s just a child. Children don’t always want to go to school. It’s not a big deal.”

I looked back at Ashley, who was now leaning slightly toward Tasha, like she found comfort in her presence. That small movent made

feel uneasy.

“It is a big deal,” I said, turning back to Tasha. “Habits start small. If we ignore them now, they’ll grow into sothing worse.”

Tasha didn’t argue directly. Instead, she just gave

a dismissive look.

Dinner that evening was tense.

The dining table was set beautifully as always, but the atmosphere was far from warm. Ashley sat beside Tasha, while I sat across from them.

As the food was served, I noticed sothing that imdiately caught my attention.

One of the servants stood beside Ashley, peeling shrimp for her then placing them neatly onto her plate. Ashley didn’t even try to do it herself. She simply waited as if this was completely normal.

I frowned.

“Ashley,” I said. “You can peel your own shrimp.”

She didn’t look at . Instead, she continued eating, as if she hadn’t heard .

Tasha spoke up instead. “It’s fine. She’s still young. Why make her do it herself when soone can help?”

I looked at her. “Because she needs to learn. She won’t always have soone doing everything for her.”

Tasha smiled “Or maybe she doesn’t need to struggle unnecessarily. There’s nothing wrong with being taken care of.”

“That’s not taking care. That’s spoiling.”

Ashley’s hand paused for a mont, and then she looked up at .

“You’re so an!” she burst out. “Why do you always say things like that?”

I blinked. I was shocked by her reaction.

“I’m not being an,” I said, trying to stay calm. “I’m teaching you.”

“I don’t need you to teach !” she shouted. Her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t even like you!”

Her words hit

harder than I expected. For a mont, I couldn’t respond.

Tasha leaned closer to her. Her voice sounded soft and comforting.

“It’s okay,” she murmured. “You don’t have to listen to anyone who makes you feel bad.”

I felt sothing snap inside .

“That’s enough,” I said firmly, standing up.

Ashley flinched slightly at my tone, but her tears didn’t stop. Instead, she cried louder.

“She doesn’t love !” Ashley sobbed suddenly “She’s always scolding ! She doesn’t love

at all!”

Tasha gently rubbed her back “So people don’t know how to show love. You shouldn’t expect too much.”

That was it.

I walked around the table without another word and picked Ashley up, ignoring her protests as she struggled in my arms.

“Put

down!” she cried.

But I didn’t.

I carried her upstairs. My heart was pounding with a mix of anger and pain.

Once we reached her room, I set her down on the bed. She continued crying.

“You’re not going to behave like this,” I said.

“I hate you!” she shouted again.

The words cut deep, but I didn’t react the way she expected. I didn’t yell back. I didn’t argue.

Instead, I stayed calm.

“You can cry,” I said quietly. “But that doesn’t change what’s right.”

She cried harder after that. Her small body kept shaking as she buried her face into the pillow.

Ti passed slowly.

Eventually, her cries softened. They turned into quiet sniffles, then into silence.

She had cried herself to sleep.

I sat beside her bed, watching her small figure curled up under the blanket. Her face still held traces of tears. Her breathing was uneven even in sleep.

My chest ached.

I reached out slowly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She looked so small, so fragile, so different from the stubborn child she had been earlier.

“I do love you,” I whispered softly, though she couldn’t hear .

But love wasn’t always enough.

I sat there for a long ti. I felt heartache and I felt helpless too.

I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, but I knew I had to discipline her. I knew I couldn’t give in.

And that hurt more than anything else.