Noah Ford's figure swayed, almost unable to stand due to Madam Ford's harsh words.
He took a deep breath, gripping the doorknob with his left hand to steady himself.
"Mom..." Noah lowered his voice, speaking solemnly, "Lilith is my daughter."
"Noah Ford, stop daydreaming! She's Sylvia's and Ken Redington's daughter."
Just like every time before.
Every time when Noah was hopeful about the future, Madam Ford ruthlessly crushed his dreams.
Over the phone, Madam Ford's old and cold voice slowly came through, "Mom knows that you still can't forget about Sylvia. I also admit that forcing you to marry Bella may have been a mistake in my judgment."
After all, no one would have expected that Larry Scott could have reached such heights.
At that time, Larry, the heir to the Scott family, had not yet grown up.
