Liam Swallow opened his eyes, finding Abigail Moore sitting by his bedside, looking at him obediently.
She wore light makeup and her face was perfectly refined, showing traces of meticulous care. The Abigail now was completely different from the shy and introverted girl five years ago; she had become a top international actress. Her trained poise and charisma attracted all eyes.
"Dad," Abigail reached out to help him, "I've been calling you, but for some reason, you never answer. Uncle Yao told me you haven't been in touch for days, so I came to find you as soon as I got off the plane."
In the past, hearing Abigail's words of concern would have made him happy and touched. But at this moment, all that was left in him was unspeakable anger.
He raised his hand and pushed Abigail's away. For the first time, extreme disgust showed on his solemn face, and he said hoarsely, "Get out!"
"Slap!"
Abigail's hand stung with pain.
