Fristy Davis was utterly terrified in her heart; if Mr. Davis didn't care about her, then she was truly doomed.
She cried, "Uncle, no, you can't say that, ever since Aya passed away, for so many years, I've always been there for you and Auntie, I've long regarded you as my parents..."
The Old Man angrily exclaimed, "Shut up! If I were your biological father, I would've beaten you to death long ago. After Aya passed away, it's true that you alleviated some of our family's pain, but don't forget, our family gave you more. For generations, there has never been someone like you in the Davis Family. You're not a part of the Davises; something is fundamentally wrong with you."
Hatred surged in Fristy's heart, now that something had gone wrong, everyone began saying she wasn't a part of the Davises. Why wasn't she? Her last name was Davis; she grew up in the Davis Family; she got married from here. No one could deny that.
