The old man's chest heaved with rage.
"Dad, don't be angry, take care of your health." Daniella Jackson rushed over from behind and held his arm, soothing his chest to help calm him down, while coaxing him, occasionally casting a helpless glance towards the floor.
This matter was indeed her oversight.
Before Koa Jackson took care of Jax, she had been the one looking after him.
Ever since the child was handed over to Lydia Williams some time ago, she found it difficult to intervene.
A married daughter is like spilled water; she was already an outsider in this family. Lydia's dislike for her was understandable, probably because she constantly worried about her sharing the inheritance. However, the old man was getting on in years, and she hadn't been able to fulfill her filial duties in the past, so now she had to serve the old man well while she still could.
Who could have imagined—
Lydia Williams could be so duplicitous.
