Milton White's gaze was naked and scorching, striking Alex directly, leaving him no room for escape.
This question seemingly drives Alexander Foster into an abyss.
Alex emanated a cold air, his voice devoid of warmth, "I have my plans."
A mockery appeared in Milton's eyes, "She's a freedom-lover. If rushing to you means rushing to a cage, she won't give up the entire sky for this one tree."
"Few people in this world don't consider marriage and childbirth as necessary paths in life. If she can't do that, she will inevitably face the bondage of many rules. One day, she will escape on her own. Or, she might not even step in at all."
His gaze became somewhat sharp, he took a step closer to Alex, eyes filled with severity, "I am the one who watched her grow up. No one can compare to me in terms of qualification to discipline her or think of her best interests."
Alex's eyes were sharp and calm: "Clear-cut stance. I hope you will always remember these words."
