"If you need money, why don't you earn it yourself?" Avery Sheen couldn't help but retort.
"Don't talk to your father like that." Brady Anderson leaned on Avery's elbow, trying to prevent her from saying rash words and causing more distress to herself.
"Am I wrong? I always thought that my father disappeared when I was six because he died and couldn't find his way back home. Isn't it nicer to let me keep thinking that way?" Avery, tears in her eyes, questioned the man who had been absent for many years once again.
In fact, Avery had understood many years ago that a person could not vanish for no reason without a trace. It definitely wasn't because he died.
"Stella, I know you're a superstar now and you have money. I beg you, save your younger brother. I wouldn't appear before you if it isn't unavoidable." The man appeared aged, wearing reading glasses and holding his unresponsive son's hand, unwilling to let go even for a moment.