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Will you give us your blessing?
Jonas Thompson looked at his son Joey, who had a gleam in his eyes, reminiscent of the time when he, as a child, had come first in his grade and quietly asked, "Dad, can you buy me an airplane?"
It was a request that warmed his heart, yet he couldn't bear to refuse.
Jonas couldn't bring himself to refuse Joey, even though he knew it was wrong.
His lips quivered...
Joey sighed, "Dad, I really like her. If you're going to leak today's incident, or if you take her away, then you'll have destroyed me, because I don't know what I'd do without her..."
Jonas was stunned by these words.
If he stopped Joey, would he be destroying him?
He frowned and his gaze fell back onto Iris Thompson.
She stood there stubbornly, biting her lip, looking at him with pleading eyes, and although she said nothing, it was as if she was pleading, "Dad, save me..."
Jonas swallowed hard.
Iris stared at Jonas, her eyes still holding on to the last shred of hope.
