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Leo Bort’s eyes widened.

Christine White moved down the line, “My mom was right, you don’t have much business ability yourself, but you’ve refused to admit it, so The Bort Family’s businesses haven’t grown much in over twenty years, and now you simply don’t even have a company anymore.”

“You think that my mom looks down on you and steps on your dignity under her feet, but the person who really looks down on you is you, it’s you who is too sensitive, too low self-esteem, too concerned about what other people think, yet you are not willing to bear the fact that my mom is better than you because, in your opinion, a woman is supposed to stay at home and take care of the housework, so you can’t accept it.” Christine White tore down all his coverings.

Leo Bort’s eyes were a thousand times more complex, eventually dissolving into a sigh, “Maybe, but what’s the point of talking about it now, all you want to know, you already know.”

“You’re right, the truth about my mom’s car accident is clear to me, so next, it’s Molly Bort.” The corner of Christine White’s mouth curled up coldly.

Leo Bort was submissive this time too, cooperating by telling what Molly Bort had done to her six years ago.

With this, it’s already basically a top offense for Molly Bort.

After all, even Molly Bort’s own father says Molly Bort killed someone, so how can anyone else not believe it.

With that done, Christine White got the camera’s savings card and was ready to go back.

But just as she reached the basement door, behind her Leo Bort suddenly shouted, “I’m sorry, girl, it’s daddy who’s sorry …”

Christine White stopped in her tracks, reddening at the sound of his dad.

Once upon a time, after learning that The White Family, the couple, were not her real parents, how she had hoped that her real parents would be kind and loving, and would give her the parental care that she wanted most.

But God had played a big joke on her, her real mother had died long ago, but her real father was the enemy who had killed her first child, and had even said that he didn’t regret the kind of things he had done to hurt her!

Thinking of this, Christine White turned back with crimson eyes, “Leo Bort, you’re not my father, you’re not qualified to be my father, didn’t you say that you wouldn’t recognize me as a daughter, only Molly Bort as a daughter? So what qualifications do you have now what face do you have to claim to be my father!”

Leo Bort drops his eyes in self-deprecation, or the same, “I’m sorry …”

“Sorry? Hmph, I won’t accept it, do you think you can make up for the harm you’ve done to me with a single word of sorry? I’m telling you, it’s impossible, so put away your fake sorry, don’t think that one sorry sentence can make my heart soften and let you go, never!”

Finishing indifferently, Christine White didn’t linger much longer, lifting her foot and walking out of the basement.

After going out, she looked up at the dark night sky outside, and tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

She could hear that Leo Bort’s two apologies were genuine, that he really felt he had wronged her.

But so what?

If he apologizes, does she have to accept it?

If he had apologized to her six years ago, she might have softened her heart and forgiven him because she had always longed for true fatherly love, but he hadn’t, and instead he had told her he was sorry six years later, when her heart was at its hardest.

How ridiculous.

“You guys, keep watching him good, but instead of keeping him in the basement, keep him upstairs, but staple the windows so he doesn’t escape through them, and also get him a TV so he can see a little bit of the outside world, and the lights don’t have to be turned off.” Christine White instructed the men.

Men don’t understand.

Christine White explains, “He’s no longer of any use and will be going to jail soon, so to make it slightly easier for him before he goes to jail, it’s a way for me, as a daughter, to honor him for giving me this life.”

“Okay Second Miss.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded slightly, then put on her sunglasses to hide the rare vulnerability in her eyes and got in her car to go.

It was two hours later when I got back downstairs to my apartment, and it was after eleven o’clock at night.

Christine White sat in her car and did not get out, but slumped over the steering wheel to adjust the repressed emotions in her heart.

In fact, this time when she met Leo Bort and got what she wanted, her heart wasn’t much happy, rather it was still heavy.

After all, Leo Bort is her real father.

As a daughter, it is somewhat stressful to put your own father in jail by your own hand.

But even with the pressure, she won’t give up on the idea of sending Leo Bort to jail; it’s only right to pay what you owe, and Leo Bort deserves to be punished for the bad things he’s done.

“Next, it’s Baird Lane with Molly Bort.” Christine White raised one eye, her eyes icy as she looked at the road ahead.

She can’t wait to tackle Molly Bort after getting Leo Bort’s confession.

The evidence in her possession is actually almost enough to put Molly Bort behind bars, but Molly Bort is still Mrs. The Lane Family for now.

It certainly wouldn’t do for her to rush to the police to arrest Molly Bort; The Lane Family would intervene to save face for The Lane Family.

That was the real reason she hadn’t, all along, gone straight for Molly Bort.

So as things stand, it’s imperative that Baird Lane and Molly Bort get divorced as soon as possible, and only if Molly Bort isn’t a The Lane Family person anymore will The Lane Family stay out of the way.

Thinking about this, Christine White pursed her lips and suddenly grabbed her bag and got out of the car, went to a nearby supermarket and bought a large can of beer, then sat on the curb and drank can after can.

When she was almost drunk, she took out her cell phone and dialed Baird Lane’s number.

The phone was quickly answered and Baird Lane’s tired voice came through, “Christine?”

“Baird, it’s me burping …” She burped.

Baird Lane flinched, then frowned and asked, “Have you been drinking?”

“Yeah, I was in a good mood, so I had a couple bottles.” Christine White slurred back.

Baird Lane’s frown deepened again, it was already so furrowed you could pinch a mosquito, “How many bottles have you had?”

“Yeah, a couple beers, but for some reason, beer actually gets drunk.”

Baird Lane was helpless, “It’s wine, it all gets drunk.”

“Yeah?” Christine White winked, “Baird you’re so smart, you know that burp too …”

Another hiccup.

Baird Lane pinched his brow, “Where are you? You’ve got a body over there, you’re out there now?”

“Well, I’m at the curb below the apartment building, but I can’t find which one I’m in, Baird you have to come pick me up.” Christine White’s voice contained a sobbing voice.

Baird Lane’s eyes darkened, his breathing stuttered for a moment, and even his voice became hoarse, “Okay, I’ll come pick you up, and don’t hang up on your phone.”

She was in danger on the side of the road, and in case someone did something to her while she was drunk, his side would still know the situation immediately.

Putting down his cell phone, Baird Lane removed his jacket from the rack and slipped it on, heading out of the den without buttoning it.

Aunt Lucy was watching TV downstairs when she saw him coming down, still in his formal attire, and couldn’t help but inquire, “Where are you going, sir?”

“Pick up.” Baird Lane blurted back two words and headed for the foyer.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Aunt Lucy followed him behind, “Pick up who?”

Baird Lane Wearing Shoes didn’t answer.

Aunt Lucy was helpless as she saw that he clearly heard him and just wouldn’t say anything, “Well, are you coming back tonight then? I’ll leave a light on for you.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods, then opens the door and walks out.

Soon, Aunt Lucy saw him drive out of the garage in his car, and with another whoosh, the car pulled out of the villa and headed towards the villa area gates at breakneck speed.

Aunt Lucy muttered, “Who the hell are you picking up in such a hurry?”