Owen Winton hesitated and didn't speak. Emma Winton's plan was too risky; if discovered, it would not only ruin her but drag down the entire Winton Family.
He didn't want to risk the Winton Family along with her.
Seeing Owen Winton's hesitation, Emma became more anxious, "Dad?"
Owen Winton sighed and stood up, "Emma, this matter is too risky. If it fails, it'll implicate the entire Winton Family, so I can't agree to it."
Emma froze, looking at Owen Winton in disbelief, "But if we don't act, and Zoey Sanders wakes up, everything will be over."
Owen Winton's brows furrowed tightly, and the inner conflict made him unable to decide. He looked at his daughter, in whom he took pride, puzzled about how things reached this point.
A seemingly straightforward matter had cornered them into a dead end.
"Emma, why did you become like this? Why do you corner yourself into a dead end?"
Why do you corner yourself into a dead end?
