Alexander and Rodger left, driving toward Mr. Marshall’s house.
Very quickly, the two arrived. The moment they stepped through the door, they were met with the cold, piercing stares of Mr. Marshall and his two sons. A chill ran down Rodger’s spine.
Forcing a smile, Rodger walked up to Mr. Marshall with a bag of freshly bought nutritious food and fruit.
“Father, I’m here.”
“Hmph! So you still remember how to come back and visit me?”
Mr. Marshall’s face was ice-cold.
“Well…”
“Well what! I heard your daughter has become president. Seems like the Marshall family can no longer accommodate such a grand figure like your daughter.”
Cold sweat immediately formed on Rodger’s forehead.
Mr. Marshall’s harsh words made Rodger feel deeply fearful.
“Father, it’s not like that. Even if Eleanor h
