Deng Cong, after going through a series of emotions including rage, regret, and self-blame, finally approached Deng Lishan's hospital room unsteadily and gently turned the doorknob with his trembling right hand.
The girl in the hospital bed didn't dare to move because of her wounds, but her eyes caught sight of Deng Cong's figure.
"Daughter."
Deng Lishan closed her eyes and said nothing.
"It's Dad's fault, this time, even if I have to go through fire and water, I will get your custody, and I promise all those who bullied you will pay!" Deng Cong took a seat next to Deng Lishan, but his hands resting on his knees were still shaking.
This time, Deng Lishan finally had a response and squeezed out a few difficult words from her mouth: "Don't let them get away."
"Absolutely not, it's impossible!" Deng Cong said, his liver aching with anger.
