The color on Evan Palmer's face faded instantly, this sentence like a heavy blow shattered the beautiful dream he had carefully constructed for thirty years.
His lips twitched as he tried to steady himself, adjusting his crooked tie.
"If you won't think about yourself, at least consider the children and the company.
Now that Carlos is gone, the entire group is in chaos. And Maria..."
He turned to his daughter, his voice choking, "She just lost her brother, do you have the heart to let her lose her father too?"
"Mom, don't worry about me."
Maria Carter's nose was red, stubbornly turning her face away.
Her slender fingers tightly clutched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white. Just the thought of herself and Amelia Willow being half-sisters made her stomach churn with nausea.
"You!"
Evan Palmer suddenly flew into a rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at his daughter,
"Ungrateful child! I've cared for you all these years for nothing!"
"Smack!"
