Fiona, before Christopher could speak, dropped to her knees, crying, “Grandpa, it’s all my fault. I didn’t stop Uncle Clark! Please punish me!”
“You two fools! You pushed your own family out without understanding the truth. Are you even human?” Christopher roared, the first time he had been this angry in days. “Fortunately, Kate is fine. If anything had happened to her, I would never have forgiven you!”
Clark remained silent, his emotions complex. This time, it was indeed his fault.
“Go kneel outside! Don’t get up without my permission!”
Hearing this, Clark looked up. “I can go, but Fiona doesn’t need to, right?”
Even now, he still cared about Fiona, yet remained so indifferent to Kate. Christopher’s chest heaved with anger. “Both of you, get out and kneel!”
Unable to defy Christophe
