Chapter 47 You Should Die in Prison

Wendy was all wet and shivering from the cold. Hearing this, she felt a wave of coldness. Miller was in the living room and clearly saw everything that happened, yet he still showed such blatant favoritism towards Linda. This was her father, the man whom her mother had loved for a lifetime and devoted everything to. Wendy forced out a smile and sat comfortably on the leather sofa opposite Miller, not caring about the dirt and wetness on herself that might have stained the expensive furniture. Since he cherished his things so much, Wendy felt like dirtying a few more items, or how could she repay Linda's hospitality? "Mr. Wilson, if you have time to teach me a lesson, why don't you take your wife to treat her eyes? A person as tall as me walked in, and she didn't even see me. Perhaps she's blind. If she's sick, she should see a doctor as soon as possible so as not to miss the opportunity. The consequences would be unthinkable."