The chairman's jaw clenched at Sarah's statement. A slowly burning rage and sorrow, that anyone should be able to notice had they looked closely. Just from that alone, everything suddenly fell into place.
Why she change, why she separate herself in the annex, why she stop calling him 'father'...
Her request for compensation, her adamant about leaving the mansion, perhaps also taking her lover as a bodyguard--everything was for this moment.
Silently, the chairman watched that girl walk toward the bedside table, smirking at the arrangement of flowers and aromatherapy candles that Vivian had made for him. The girl's expression was not something someone would give to their family member. There was no warmth and affection, or even a slight sense of bond; by blood, if not something else.
Ironically, it reminded the chairman of himself.
