After a long while, Amelia Clarke withdrew from her thoughts and spoke with an indifferent voice, "Since you are Mason's biological father, you can't just stand by and let him die, can you?"
Isaac Taylor laughed lightly, a snort that was filled with scorn for her naivety, "A fool, worth 50 million? However, I'm not unwilling to save him. As long as you agree to be with me, I'll have someone get him out of the Mental Hospital right now. And your mother, I'll arrange for her to be in the best hospital, the best ward, with the best doctor, how about that?"
How could a person be so cold, shameless to this extent?
Amelia Clarke clenched her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
There was a pause.
She asked, "If you don't care about Mason at all, why have you been taking care of our family for so many years?"
"Why?" Isaac Taylor chuckled lightly, saying in a frivolous tone, "For you, Amelia, I've liked you a lot since the first time I saw you..."
