The Savior Has Arrived

"Father… you can't do this to me!"

Looking at her father, who left her behind without hesitation, Jocelyn said with tears in her eyes, "Father, this is really my dress. Why don't you believe me? This dress is all I have and I spent days making it. No one knows it better than me!"

She was now like a person who had fallen into the lake, and the people on the shore were all watching and laughing coldly, but no one was willing to pull her back.

"Jocelyn, even if it's your dress, what is the big deal if your sister borrows it from you just for a night? She will be the one who makes our family rich and famous. Why are you so selfish? Can't you show some concern for your family?"

Mr. Wilson looked coldly at Jocelyn as tears were about to trickle down from her eyes.

No matter who the dress belonged to, even if it really belonged to Jocelyn, since Maria would be the one who could bring the family fortune and fame, Jocelyn eventually had to give it out.