“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!

Jojo, whom he had pampered since childhood, was not his biological daughter with that woman, would he lose his

approached Delilah, concerned about the situation. She asked carefully,

are you calling mom?!” Delilah slapped

the force of the slap. She staggered,

tasted blood

“Mom—”

her rage on Jodie, slapping her, pulling her hair, grabbing her collar, and throwing her against the wall. “You little, ungrateful! Do you think you deserve to call me that when

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

arms around her head and enduring the onslaught until Delilah tired herself

down,” Jodie said. She was secretly angry but did not show it, forcing a smile. “I was wrong. I deserve this, so please don’t be


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