"After all these years, are we still going to hold her responsible for framing Wendy Hart and send her to prison?"
Standing in the elevator, Christopher Hart casually slipped a hand into his pocket, his gaze heavy as he stared at her, "What I mean is, if you dare deceive Hope again, I guarantee you'll taste what prison food is like."
What?
Amelia Garcia stared at him in shock, eyes wide.
However, as the elevator doors slowly closed, that cold, infuriatingly handsome face disappeared behind the doors.
Amelia stood there, dazed for a moment before regaining her composure, blinking in disbelief as she spat out, "What a person! She's my own daughter!"
Inside the elevator, Christopher faintly heard her words and silently scoffed.
Now she remembers she's her daughter? What was she thinking when she ran away back then? What was she thinking when she first returned to the country?
The little thing that refuses kindness and accepts punishment!
She should be pushed hard!