But just when Edward Sullivan was utterly hopeless, Sarah Sullivan suddenly walked up to him.
Because of the rain, Sarah Sullivan was wearing a pair of thick-soled boots today.
The black toe of the shoe landed right under Edward Sullivan's eyes.
"Edward Sullivan, right?"
Edward Sullivan was startled and couldn't help but tremble all over: "I... I am..."
"Are you also here to beg me to spare the Sullivan Family?"
"Yes..."
"Lift your head and look at me when you speak."
"I... I dare not... I am not worthy... I fear that my lowly appearance would dirty the young lady's eyes, offend the young lady! I would have no regret dying a thousand deaths for that!" Edward Sullivan said humbly and respectfully.
Like an eunuch in an ancient costume drama.
Sarah Sullivan stared at her father kneeling before her, feeling complicated.
Before, he despised her so much!
He insulted and belittled her so much!
Now he was like a mangy dog, groveling at her feet, tail wagging, pleading for mercy.
