"Dad..."
Suddenly facing a pair of stern and dark eyes, Hannah Ford recoiled in fright.
"Dad, you... how come..." Her heart was pounding wildly.
Charles Coldwell's deep and dark gaze seemed as though it could pierce through someone's soul.
Hannah Ford didn't know why, but she wasn't lying this time; she was indeed the legitimate daughter of the Coldwell family.
Yet the falcon-like stare from Charles Coldwell made her feel panic-stricken, as if all her secrets were laid bare.
"You're back," Charles Coldwell said, as if he hadn't seen her agitation and didn't answer her question.
His low and icy voice in the spacious study room felt unusually harsh.
"Yes, yes... Dad, you have no idea how much I was wronged at the police station. That military officer you sent to help me not only failed to punish those villains who bullied me, but also ignored my orders."
"And Frank Chamberlain, claiming he was pursuing me, yet the lawyer he sent was no help at all!"
