Behind the old woman stood Lucien Radcliffe, his expression cold.
"Daughter, don't listen to her nonsense!" Devlin was startled, leaning against the doorframe, pointing at the old woman: "Her words are not to be trusted! You have to believe me; I am your father!"
"And I am her mother!"
Clang!
Granny Xihua's copper staff struck the ground fiercely, shattering several floor tiles!
"I carried her for ten months and brought her into this world! And you, what have you contributed? If sins are to be spoken of, they are ours together! But at the very least, I have the grace of giving birth to her! All you've done is exploit, demand, and now continue to deceive and exploit. Devlin, have you ever fulfilled a father's duty?"
Hearing these words, Lucien's expression grew even colder.
He was no longer the same Lucien who had just emerged from the underground, no longer so innocent or simple-minded.
What he saw and heard gradually transformed him into a normal person.
