Victoria Gibson suddenly reached out and pushed him away, standing up from the sofa in a fit of emotion.
"Victoria..."
"You're definitely trying to make me leave Chad Yakov, so you deliberately brought this information for me to see, right? My Father isn't a bad person, he definitely isn't..."
Victoria Gibson covered her ears with both hands, thinking of the picture she just saw.
Thinking of the person who once held a knife against Chad Yakov's neck, and realizing it was her Father, the pain in her heart felt like a knife stabbing into her heart.
Before seeing this information, she could still comfort herself.
The incident happened so many years ago; perhaps there was a misunderstanding then, and the person who hurt Chad Yakov wasn't necessarily her Father.
But now, the truth was right in front of her, and she couldn't even deceive herself anymore...
A person like her, what right does she have to stay by Chad Yakov's side?
