Maggie was a little angry. They couldn't say such things about Dad. Dad had just been celebrating his birthday in that white and flowery place.
Looking at the little girl's round eyes, so watery and adorable.
But Woodrow burst into laughter immediately, mocking, "Little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Your dad brought you onto that crystal white rose? Do you even know what you're saying?!"
As he spoke, Woodrow's face gradually darkened, his tone becoming stern, "With your useless dad, accompanied by your contemptible mother and you, a bastard, dare you show up here? Are you planning to let the whole of Ciadeles know about your family of three? Are you trying to embarrass the Duncan family in front of the whole city?!"
Maggie was only three years old, how could she withstand such
