A Father's Love

"Anya, take care of yourself. Father is not well. I will come home first," Deny looked at his daughter with a smile.

"If you are not well, no one will blame you if you don't come. There are a lot of people in this place. What if you catch a disease?" The words that came out of Anya's mouth sounded cold, but her hands unconsciously helped to fix the jacket and scarf that was wrapped around the man's neck.

Even though the weather in November was not very cold, even a minor illness like the flu could kill Deny.

Deny answered with a smile, "Your mother has raised you very well. You grew up to be a kind and strong woman,"

"If you are not well, you will not be able to make money. What's the use of money if you don't have a healthy body?" Anya said, saying that Deny had to rest a lot.

"My companies cannot run without me. These are all karma I have to accept for making you and your mother suffer. God has punished me," Deny lowered his head in shame.