Tear apart 2

Feeling guilty is an instinct.

When the two people saw Victoria Garcia suddenly appear, they instinctively revealed their embarrassment. Of course, they quickly regained their composure.

Terry Garcia quickly adjusted his expression and said, "Victoria, you're here."

"Yes, I'm here." Victoria coldly replied, her eyes tightly fixed on him.

Terry felt uneasy under her icy stare.

"Sit down." Terry stepped aside, trying to let her in first.

Victoria didn't move, but just coldly asked, "You know why I'm here. Just give me a direct answer."

She came to ask her father to find a way to retract the charges against her mother. Although she knew the chances of success were slim, she still persisted.

Before Terry could answer, Clara Brown spoke up, "Your mom killed my dad, she must die."

Victoria, however, didn't even look at her, and just stared at Terry, saying word by word, "Your answer."

Being angrily stared at by his own biological daughter, Terry retorted, "Is this how you talk to your father?"

"Do you even know how to write those two words?"

"You..." Terry's anger made his veins bulge on his forehead.

He looked at his daughter's emotionless face, and couldn't help but think back to when she was just born: a tiny bundle, white and tender with lovely, pink lips that could melt anyone's heart. She was his first child, and he once viewed her as a treasure.

"I want an answer." Victoria questioned once more.

Terry closed his eyes briefly, and then opened them, replying, "Your mother committed a capital crime, no one can help her."

He had originally planned to play a grief-stricken act to deceive his young daughter, but when she appeared in front of him, Terry realized that he didn't truly know his daughter at all.

Or rather, he didn't know any of his daughters.

Victoria still stood erect, her eyes filled with nothing but coldness.

There was a moment of silence in the air, and then, she took a wooden carved doll out of her bag, a small one.

"You and I are like this doll, severing all ties of affection." After saying this, Victoria broke the doll in half without hesitation and threw it at Terry's face, making a "pah" sound.

Victoria heard the sound of the wood hitting the floor, heavy and heart-wrenching.

Terry and Clara were both stunned on the spot.

As Victoria turned and left without a second thought, Clara finally reacted, cursing, "Victoria Garcia, you'll pay for this."

Terry stared at the broken carved doll in shock.

It was a birthday gift he carved for Victoria when she was two years old, and the only gift he ever gave her. If not for seeing it now, he would have never remembered such a thing.

"How are you? Are you hurt?" Clara turned and asked her husband, concerned. Seeing the red mark on his left cheek, she gently stroked it, "You really are something, not knowing to dodge when she threw something."

Clara stepped on the doll on the floor, crushing it.

"Enough already, what's so good about sister Victoria? None of them even acknowledges you. Think about our smart, lovely son and beautiful, well-mannered daughter, they are the ones who truly treat you as their father."

After saying this, Clara didn't care about Terry's thoughts, and just pulled his hand and walked out.

Only the broken carved doll was left scattering in the corner, and then, it was thrown away as garbage...