Stacy stood a few feet away, her hands clasped in front of her, determined to keep her composure. She met his intense stare with a calmness she didn't entirely feel.
"I know your worries," she began, her voice steady, though her heart raced in her chest. "But your father is in safe hands with me. Trust me. With your guards here 24/7, nothing will happen to him."
Mr. Qin let out a humorless chuckle, the corner of his mouth twitching into a bitter smirk. "You don't know that woman," he said, his voice low and laced with barely restrained anger.
"You have no idea how cunning Ren Xin can be. How do you think she managed to worm her way into my family and create so much chaos?"
His words were heavy, each one dripping with years of resentment and pain. Stacy's chest tightened at the sight of the raw emotion in his eyes. She sat down on the bench beside him, her movements slow, deliberate.