"Uncle, from beginning to end, I'm the one at fault here, but please, give me time," Mo Yichen said earnestly, his eyes filled with determination.
"How will you give her happiness? How?"
Qiao Zhengan scoffed coldly, "If you wanted to give her happiness, what were you doing all these years? Looking down on our Qiao family's modest background, you kept stringing her along, and then, you made a spectacle of her, making everyone treat her like a mistress."
"Now, you've been kicked out of the Mo family and can hardly protect yourself, but what have you done? You got her pregnant before marriage, Mo Yichen, is this what you call 'definitely giving her happiness'?"
Each word was piercing, making Mo Yichen's face ugly with pain filling his heart as well.
