Chapter 77 Did I Fail You for Those Three Years?

He gently cradled his daughter, his large palm stroking her small face as he took a close look.

The little girl had fair and delicate skin, with a conspicuous red mark on her right cheek.

Seeing this, a look of tenderness overflowed in his eyes.

If anyone else had raised a hand to her, he would have certainly returned the blow tenfold, a hundredfold.

But today the one who had abused his daughter was her own grandmother, and besides anger and rage, he felt helpless.

Amelia watched him, her heart also filled with mixed emotions.

At this point, she couldn't tell for sure whether her decision all those years ago had been right or wrong.

At the time, she only thought about her daughter's survival, certain that leaving her with him was the best option, never imagining that the Hart family's aversion and rejection of her would extend to her daughter.

Listening to her little girl's grievances just now was like her heart being sliced with a knife.