Robert Thomson's eyes were cold and indifferent: "Even if I don't call the police, the Edwards family won't let her off either."
He sounded cruel, but Alexander Thomson knew his son was not a gentle and polite person, but rather someone who had been living under the shadow of his uncle's family for these years. In that kind of life, he didn't have the conditions, and it was impossible for him to be as unrestrained as David Thomson. Instead, he appeared more restrained.
If he wasn't provoked, it would be fine; but if someone truly exceeded his limits, he would retaliate a thousand times over!
Of course, he was the one who called the police, but he wouldn't do anything else. He would let the law handle it and not get involved further.
Emma is the only one in his eyes now, his daughter. In his heart, his own father's position is not as important as his uncle and aunt who raised him.
