Adrian wasn't foolish enough to pick a fight with me.
Over the past few years, because of my illness, my father had quietly supported his career in many ways.
I had saved several children during that trafficking case, and those who knew the truth mostly felt a certain gratitude toward me.
In my sick state, I could only sit blankly playing with building blocks, while the real beneficiary turned out to be my husband, Adrian. Fast-track approvals and financial backing came smoothly.
Although he had indeed worked hard taking care of me over these years, the rewards he received had long since outweighed what he had given.
As for Evelyn, she had spent days running from place to place without receiving a single response. She had originally thought my words that day were just a joke.
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