“D-Did you guys fight?” Jodie asked.

Wilfred’s facial expression changed instantly. His eyes brimmed with love for his daughter, and his voice softened. “Ah, no! I’m discussing work with your mother, and we have a disagreement. She accidentally broke the vase. I-I’m looking for a band-aid for her!”

Jodie nodded obediently.

“Alright, Jojo,” Wilfred said with a smile. “I’m going to the office. Can you take care of her?”

“Sure.”

As he left, he turned his head to give Delilah a warning glance.

The smirk on her face bordered on a scoff.

What a touching father-daughter moment!

whom he had pampered since childhood, was

she approached Delilah, concerned about the situation. She asked carefully, “Mom,

are you calling mom?!” Delilah slapped her

the force of the

and she tasted blood at the corner of

“Mom—”

rage on Jodie, slapping her, pulling her hair, grabbing her collar, and throwing her against the wall. “You little, ungrateful! Do you

dare to cry out loud. She knew from a young age that the louder she cried after being hit, the

arms around her head

was secretly angry but did not show it, forcing a smile. “I was wrong. I deserve this, so please


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