No matter how Chaya cursed, Jerry Taylor simply didn’t care. To him, he now felt completely unburdened.
When the ti ca, he went to et Ophelia Wilson.
As soon as Ophelia Wilson saw Jerry Taylor, tears stread down her face: "Dad, where have you been? I missed you so much."
Jerry Taylor looked at the pitifully crying Ophelia Wilson in front of him, sighed lightly, and said, "You really resemble your mother."
Ophelia Wilson said painfully, "Yes, I’m my parents’ child, so naturally I resemble them."
"No, I misspoke just now. You’re much smarter than Chaya." Jerry Taylor looked at the unfamiliar Ophelia Wilson before him. Back then, he treated her as if she was his sister’s daughter, and he loved Ophelia Wilson dearly.
His own child had died soon after birth, so he had long considered this child as his own, only he hadn’t realized she was truly his child.
"Dad, we’ve missed so many years. Once I’m out, I’ll definitely be filial to you." Ophelia Wilson cried sorrowfully, "Dad, Dad... I miss you so much... I still rember the toys and dresses you bought when I was little... I loved them so much."
"You only wore them when you saw ." Jerry Taylor’s words made Ophelia Wilson pause, then she nodded and said, "Yes, I was afraid I’d ruin them if I wore them regularly. I cherished them, so..."
"Do you know why I later stopped buying you extra things and only let your mom buy them for you?" Jerry Taylor said, "Because I realized you were a very cunning child, and I subtly reminded Clarissa. Unfortunately... let alone her, even I didn’t expect, you would be my child. You were carrying such a big conspiracy."
"Dad, no, things aren’t the way you think." Ophelia Wilson shook her head anxiously denying, "I didn’t know at that ti, I was just..."
"You didn’t like the things I bought for you because, compared to what the Wilson Clan bought, they were indeed inferior. But you still wore the clothes I bought when you saw , and endlessly talked about how much you liked the toys I gave you."
"Ophelia Wilson, how old were you back then?" Jerry Taylor looked at Ophelia Wilson and felt it was deeply ironic that his daughter turned out to be like this.
He had to admit, Chaya taught her very well.
"I bought you so things and gave you so money. I know you have savings, but this is a little bit of my affection. After all, by blood, you’re my daughter. These things are my last bit of care for you."
As soon as Jerry Taylor said this, Ophelia Wilson panicked: "Dad, you can’t abandon , I’m your daughter!"
"Ophelia, it was you who didn’t want to acknowledge as your father from the start." Jerry Taylor spoke without a hint of softness for Ophelia Wilson’s misery, "All the things you did afterward, did you think I was blind and couldn’t see for myself?"
"You’re not my daughter; you’re a venomous snake raised by Chaya!"
Jerry Taylor’s words made Ophelia Wilson slump weakly into the chair: "Dad, you can’t treat like this, I’m your daughter, your daughter!"
Jerry Taylor stood up, his decisiveness starkly different from his gentle appearance, leaving Ophelia Wilson to stare at him in bewildernt.
Wasn’t her father a university professor?
Didn’t her mother say her father was an old-fashioned pushover?
Why would a pushover refuse to acknowledge her?
And he left so straightforwardly, without leaving any room for compromise?
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