If it wasn't for him, her mother might have married a good man who would have loved her deeply and lived a happy life.
She would have had a complete and happy family.
Darren Heath stood at the door, and when he heard the sound, he looked up at Diana Kinsman. The moment their eyes met, a hint of surprise flashed in Darren Heath's eyes.
He saw a pair of familiar eyes.
"Are you Diana Kinsman?" He snapped out of it, and asked in a deep voice, quickly scanning the room with his eyes, adding a bit of coldness to his tone, "Where is Stacy?"
"Why the hurry, Mr. Ashton? Why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee with me? Your granddaughter is in a very safe place, so you don't have to worry about her safety."
Darren Heath's presence was oppressive: "No need for coffee. I've already come here according to your request, so just tell me what you want in order for you to hand Stacy over to me? What do you want? Money or something else? "
