My humility, concessions, and desperate pleas forced my sweet daughter to be submissive in this house.
She even tried to please Sherry.
Because only then could she see her father's smile.
Only then could she get her father's hug.
All my humility over the past five years flashed before my eyes.
In that moment, I understood.
But the price was too high, too much for me to bear.
At this moment, looking at Jay's face made me nauseous.
He looked at the agreement on the table, shocked, and shook it forcefully in front of me.
"I already agreed to redo the wedding. I just wanted a better place. Why are you making a fuss? When have I ever gone back on my word? Throw this away, and I'll pretend you never brought it out!
"And when I went to the island, I consulted foreign doctors for Tiffany and arranged for expert consultations. It was supposed to be a surprise. What are you doing now? Have you had enough?"
Hearing him mention Tiffany, my eyes couldn't help but redden.
I shouted angrily, "Don't talk to me about Tiffany! You don't deserve to! Having a father like you is her misfortune! Go mess around with your sweetheart. Tiffany doesn't have a father like you!"