At this moment, of course, she didn't realize that the Adam Jones before her eyes was not her father.
Even less did she know that to Adam, the legitimate eldest grandson of the Jones Family, she was merely a buy-one-get-one-free deal.
She had long grown accustomed to such servile thinking, so now, almost being smothered to death by Adam Jones, she not only didn't complain about Adam, but even began pleading:
"Adam, I was wrong, I just... I just lost my memory, and I feel so insecure, haven't you lost your memory before? That feeling of not remembering anything, of not daring to trust anyone, you must understand, right?"
She began to play the amnesia card, seeking to stir up a feeling of pity in Adam's heart.
But Adam just looked at her coldly, unmoved.
She crawled on her knees to Adam's feet, gently grasping the hem of his clothes and giving it two shakes, her eyes red, choking up:
