"Who is that?" She shot a quizzical look at the maid because she rarely had visitors at the Fowler Residence.

"He said he's your dad."

"I see..." She did not expect Roland to show up. "Let him in."

After that, she had the maid serve a pot of tea with some snacks and fruits. Despite their cold relationship, Roland was still her father, and she wanted to welcome him courteously.

In contrast, Roland barged in furiously and planted himself on the sofa uninvited. He went straight to the point. "I'll ask you: What will it take for you to spare Merry's life?"

She scoffed coldly and said, "Dad, what do you mean? I don't get it. What does it mean to 'spare her life'? Shouldn't I be the one asking her to spare me?"

your sister-blood is thicker than water. How could you act

"You always fault me for how I treat

sleep with random men?" At that point, a few drops of tears rolled down Roland's weathered face in a rare moment of vulnerability. "My poor Merry! She was an award-winning actress, and my little girl whom I treasured. Yet, she was forced to... Ah!

in agony. When he learned that Meredith had lived in the red-light district, he felt like he was stabbed

pretended that they were hers, just so she could marry into the Fowler Family and become Mrs.

shed a drop of tear. She could not cry in front of him anymore, knowing that even if she cried her

away your kids, but didn't she reduce your burden by

twisted logic but did not bother

with you working on building your business, our family would have been perfect and

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