"Are the Hughes family's morals that low?" Slevin Russell snorted coldly, anger flashing in his eyes.
His darling daughter, whom he would never bear to scold harshly, deserved nothing but the best in the world from him.
Yet, she had been mistreated by those kinds of people in the Hughes family.
Just as Slevin was about to speak, Betsy began.
"Dad, I'm already divorced. I have nothing to do with the Hughes family!" Betsy smiled at Slevin and tilted her head, asking, "How long are you planning to stay this time?"
"This time, I will help clear your name." Slevin was still angry at the Hughes family, and thought of the news he had seen earlier, "I'll also testify in court."
Betsy's face broke into a radiant smile, her lips curving up irresistibly. She cooed, "Dad, I always knew you were the best."
Pictures of Betsy and Slevin dining together were taken by the paparazzi, and they also captured footage of both entering the residential compound together.
