Delilah's eyes widened when she heard her father speak about a killing plan. Her mouth opened wide enough, and she was whiter than her pale skin. How could her father propose engaging in such a crime? Delilah unconsciously shook her head to reject it.
"I can't do that, Dad. How could I kill someone!" Delilah replied, still with an upset grimace.
"Why not! If you know what he has done, then you will learn that what you will do is not much." Delilah was still stunned and did not answer. Her mouth was slightly open, surprisingly. Mark came back closer and kept convincing his daughter.
"Now, give the money to your brother, so he can repay it." Delilah still didn't move to see her father. Mark realized that Delilah didn't trust him quickly. He started to hug her and sat her down on the bed.
