Hearing Daniel’s words, I felt dizzy. So, all those times I mixed drinks for his business partners to save his company during crises—in his eyes, it became nothing but debauchery.
Ms. Anderson swallowed her anger and said,
“Mr. Harris, Grace died six years ago.
When we found her, she was lying naked in a pit in the mountains, her face destroyed.
If not for her bracelet, we wouldn’t have recognized her.
We laid her to rest in the cemetery.”
Daniel fiddled with his cufflinks, speaking coldly,
“Do you think I have endless patience to listen to your lies?”
At his signal, the bodyguards began violently searching every room. The orphans burst out crying, clinging to Ms. Anderson.
My eyes burned as I watched. I could hardly believe that the man who once gave money to every beggar he passed had turned into this monster for Sophia’s sake.
Ms. Anderson rushed to block them, shouting,
“Mr. Harris, what are you doing? Grace really is dead. If you don’t believe me, we can go to the cemetery.”
Daniel sneered,
“I checked Grace’s bank records. She sends money to this orphanage every month.
What, do you think dead people can operate a bank account?”