I had no desire to call this heartless man “Dad.”
My mother was abandoned by him and died of illness, and I spent my childhood in an orphanage.
I had never known a father’s love, and I didn’t care for it now.
But for the sake of my quiet little one, I had to swallow my pride.
He was thrilled to have a son appear out of nowhere.
Within days, he handed over the reins of the Dale Corporation to me and told me to learn how to run it.
I’ve never considered myself particularly smart, but for her, I took on the immense responsibility of this company and forced myself to conquer it.
At a business dinner, I finally met Carter Hall.
I had no patience and got straight to the point.
All I wanted was for him to let her go.
He was an experienced businessman and didn’t show any emotion.
But that night, he drank heavily.
When I got home, my father tore into me, furious.
The Dales and the Halls were equally powerful.
Provoking them recklessly wouldn’t do our family any good.
His cane struck me again and again, but I didn’t feel any pain.
My mind was consumed with worry for my quiet little one.
Carter was drunk–what if he took it out on her?
As soon as the old man had finished venting his anger, I rushed to the Hall villa.
The sight that greeted me nearly made me lose control.
Her clothes were torn to shreds, and a knife was stuck in her chest. She was covered in blood.
For a moment, I thought she was dead.
I snapped out of it quickly and knocked Carter to the ground with a single punch.
Ignoring his furious shouts, I took off my jacket, draped it over her, and carried her to the hospital
It wasn’t until the surgery was over that my heart returned to my chest.
