“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!

childhood, was not his biological daughter with that woman, would he

heart raced as she approached Delilah, concerned about the situation. She asked

mom?!”

the force of the slap. She

blood at the corner of

“Mom—”

calling me that!” Delilah vented 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 cry out loud. She knew from a young age that the louder she cried after being hit, the more cruel the torture she

remained silent, wrapping her arms around her head and enduring the onslaught until Delilah tired herself

p-please calm 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


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