"Speak up!" Wilfred bellowed, his voice strained.
It seemed like he was releasing the grief of losing his beloved for the past 20 years through those two words.
"You've known all along... that Maisie is my daughter, right?
"You've known I've been doting on the wrong person all these years! You've known that, as a father, I let my own daughter suffer in life while showering all my love on someone who has no blood relation to me! Right?
"Delilah!" Wilfred slapped Delilah's face!
Blood trickled from Delilah's mouth. She was dazed. It took her a while to turn and look at him incredulously.
"At this point, you still refuse to admit it!" Whitney's words were firm. "Since you want evidence, I'll give it to you!"
As Whitney gave the order, a hidden door behind the meeting room's bookshelf silently parted. When Cindy slowly walked out from inside, Delilah froze in place as if she had seen a ghost.
"The evidence... It's all here with me!" Cindy raised something in her hand—a small recorder. She pressed the button, and the recorded conversation from years ago played…
"As long as you help me get rid of Anya, I promise to reward your family well."
"Madam, I can't..."
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