Chapter 157

Flora's POV

I stumbled to my father's side and knelt down beside him. At this point, I can only pick myself out of these things according to what my father said before.

Dad reached out and took my hand. "Flora, Flora..."

"What you said just now isn’t true, is it?" With tears in my eyes, I held my father's hand in my backhand. "Tell Cheney and his grandparents what you said is not true, you won't do this, you are not such a person, Dad."

He closed his eyes. "You shouldn't have come here."

"Say it, quickly."

"Flora, I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "It should not be like this, it should not be like this." I pulled my hand out of his hand and hugged him tightly. "Dad, I don't believe it. I absolutely don't believe you will do this. This is just a dream, right, Dad?"

"I did something wrong."