Ada was confused. "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Why did he suddenly throw a tantrum?
"What's wrong with me?" Mr. Taylor sneered. "Why don't you ask what the girl did? How do you have the nerve to bring her to see me?"
"Dad… you know?" Ada was startled and turned to look at Phoebe.
Phoebe kept shaking her head, blinking innocently.
"You don't have to look at Phoebe. She didn't say anything." Mr. Taylor looked at her sullenly. "Do you think I'm an old fool? I can investigate it by myself!"
"Dad, it's not what you think…" Ada still wanted to explain.
But Mr. Taylor interrupted her directly. "Cut the crap. Just take that wild girl away. Don't bother me anymore!"
On the first floor.
Claire leaned against the sofa, tilted her head and fiddled with her phone. The corners of her beautiful eyes turned red, and her posture was lazy and casual.
