Are You Satisfied? 2

Anthony still shook his head, refusing to let Sophia leave.

"Anthony, don’t delay your mother’s important business," Robert said sternly.

Anthony pouted and glared at Robert but didn’t dare say anything.

"Baby, I’ll bring you a gift when I come back," Sophia coaxed. "Okay?"

Anthony was still reluctant, but after hearing about the gift and noticing Robert’s strict gaze, he finally let her go.

After leaving the estate, Sophia went to a small restaurant where she had arranged to meet her father, Henry, for a drink.

Henry worked in a factory. He was an honest man, but he had one hobby—he loved strong liquor.

The only problem was that when he got drunk, he would forget everything he said.

"This is really good liquor. Your mother is always so stingy, and the liquor I usually drink is terrible. It’s rare to have something this good," Henry said, taking a sip. He looked at Sophia and asked, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Do I have to have something to talk about just to have a drink with my dad?" Sophia laughed.

"No, of course not." Henry shook his head. "I’d love it if you drank with me every day, especially if it’s good liquor like this."

"Drinking too much is bad for your health, even if the liquor is good. I’ll drink with you occasionally," Sophia said as she poured Henry another glass. Then, she asked, "Did you change the locks at home?"

"I did," Henry sighed. "You know your mother. Once she makes up her mind, she never changes it."

He handed Sophia a key.

"Thank you, Dad, but I don’t need it," Sophia said, refusing to take it.

"You’re part of this family. Even though things have been rough between us, you should still have a key," Henry chuckled. "I had an extra one made just for you."

"I know Dad means well, but I really can’t accept it," Sophia said. She quickly changed the subject. "Ever since I had that fight with Mom, I’ve been feeling uneasy. I keep thinking about my childhood."

"You were always a good child. Don’t overthink it," Henry said.

"Dad, Mom beats me and forces me to kneel in front of the Garcia family. Sometimes, I even wonder if I’m really her biological daughter," Sophia said, watching Henry’s expression closely.

Henry’s hand, holding the wine glass, paused for a moment. He looked awkward as he said, "Of course, you’re her daughter. Your mother is cruel to you because the Garcia family scared her. Last time, Mrs. Mia brought people to arrest all of us. Only your little brother managed to contact you. We almost lost our lives."

"Dad, do you know what my sister asked me to do?" Sophia asked.

"Well..." Henry’s face looked even worse. "Ah, you can’t blame your sister either. She saved your leg, and you owe her. You’re beautiful. Even if you divorce Joseph, you’ll still find a husband easily. But she won’t."

"So Dad also thinks I have to be a stepping stone for my sister?" Sophia took a sip of her drink. It burned her throat, making her eyes sting.

Henry didn’t answer. He just silently drank another glass of wine.

"Dad, you say I’m your biological daughter, but I’ve always been treated differently. Can you blame me for wondering where I really came from?" Sophia looked pained.

Henry looked at her with sympathy and pity in his eyes.

"Sophia, the thing is..." Henry hesitated.

"What is it?" Sophia pressed him.

"Nothing." Henry avoided the question.

"It’s so frustrating when you stop halfway and leave me wondering," Sophia pouted.

"Sophia, some things are better left unknown. It’s for your own good," Henry said meaningfully.

"For my own good? Shouldn’t I know everything about myself?" Sophia countered. "Or am I really a child you and Mom picked up, and you just can’t bring yourself to tell me?"