"..."
"Abigail Moore is indeed very good." He chuckled lightly, watching Luke Moore's constantly shrinking pupils, knowing that the other party was extremely tense and afraid at this moment. Trenton Smith spoke softly, his voice faint and cold, "But I like Norris, and she's harboring a grudge against me because of past events, refusing to marry me. You are her father, your words carry more weight than mine. You tell her, as long as she marries me, I'll take full responsibility for her brother's future. Old Sir Moore, you're a man, you know how tempting it is for a man to have a successful career. Elias is still young; when he grows up and knows there once was an opportunity right before him but lost it because of his father's indecisiveness, do you think he'll hate you? He had the chance to be someone great."
Luke Moore hoarsely said, "...So, do you hope my daughter hates me?"
