Albert Sullivan saw that when his daughter was facing him, she looked as if she was facing a stranger. He could not see any emotion except alienation.
This kind of looks severely stabbed him.
Over the years, he carefully planned to seek a high position in order to protect her one day.
But unexpectedly, the woman he loved died, and the child he loved most was shunned from him.
He felt heartache. He was always a high-ranking person and he seldom laughs, unexpectedly there were tears flashing in his eyes.
"I don’t hate you," Vichy stepped backward, keeping a safe distance from him, with a chilly look that excluded people from her. "The person you have hurt is my mother and the person who should hate you is her. I'm just a product of your two, and I am not qualified to talk about love."
