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In the lounge, there were only the father and the daughter. They looked somewhat alike and they had the same cold air. Nobody took the lead in opening the mouth, just looking at each other. In Vichy’s eyes, there were only coldness, hatred, as well as a sense of revenge. However, on Albert Sullivan’s face, there was a pain, and his eyes were filled with deep guilty. Suddenly he found that there were some things that he couldn't find back. The little girl who would keep chasing him called Daddy had grown up. "You really don't want to go back?" Albert sighed after a long time, "Do not want to hear my explanation?" Vichy also looked at him, and her tone was not fluctuant and her face was indifferent. "Mr. President, are you going to explain to me about your pains?" Albert Sullivan's e