Her fingers gently rubbed the white porcelain cup. Her face was pale, but time had never defeated a beauty. She looked like she could coincides with the 18-year-old girl from 12 years ago.
"Miss Martin." Her voice was gentle and polite, with extreme alienation, as if the wind would blow away. "My body has been exhausted and my life is coming to an end. I hope that after my death, if my father's body can't bear it, you can raise Sara."
Yen's throat was dry. "... Why?"
Caroline smiled a little. "After all, you are her nominal father... Now that things have gotten out of hand, I only hope that you will treat Sara well. This child is very obedient and will not bring you any trouble. I just want her to grow up peacefully. The 80 million Dollar in those days can be taken as her care of money."
Speaking of the 80 million Dollar, Yen suddenly felt very embarrassed.
In the situation at that time, as long as she was not a fool, no one would invest money to Martin Pharma. However, Caroline invested 80 million Dollar in one go and also found some connections to save Martin Group. If there was no Caroline, there would be no the current Martin Group.
What's more, he also lied to her and made her a mistress who was hated by everyone. Now that Caroline only made such a request, it was not too much at all.
However, when Yen thought of the child that Caroline and another man gave birth to, he would feel like a fishbone in his throat and couldn't cough even if he couldn't swallow it. He didn't know what to do.
Let him treat this child like a real father? He absolutely couldn't do that.
So he had to say, " You know if you send the child to the Martin family, she will suffer a lot, and I can't control Lilly..."
Caroline just smiled pale and muttered, "... It's better to live than to die. It's enough to live."
"What is it?"
Caroline didn't reply. She simply said, "I hope you don't tell her that you're not Sara's father. It's best if she never finds out."
"Why on earth did you do this?"
Caroline shook her head. "I can't say it. Miss Martin, I hope you promise me."
That day, Yen promised Caroline.
"...After your mother's death." Yen covered his face. "... I'm looking at you. I often think that if it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, she might not have passed away so early... You are the bastard born by her and another man, but I have to be your father... I can't stand it, so I hate you. I feel disgusted when I see you!"
As Sara listened to these old things, her heart was so sore that she couldn't breathe.
It turned out that the person she had loved for so many years, the person she had hated for so many years... had never been his own father.
She used to be very puzzled. Her father in Caroline's words was graceful, gentle, and elegant. He was a decent gentleman. He obeyed etiquette and was tolerant, just like the high sun in the clouds. Yen had nothing to do with these evaluations. She thought it was the Sara in the eyes of lovers. Now it seemed that what Caroline said was totally another person.
Maria's attitude was also very strange, as if he was hiding something from her. When he heard that she was Caroline's daughter, the first thing he did not ask her was how her mother was recently, but who her father was. When he heard that it was Yen, he heaved a sigh of relief, as if he was celebrating Yen's death.
Sara had never told Maria that Caroline had passed away, but Maria was very clear about Caroline's death. This meant that she had never contacted Caroline again. She must have contacted Caroline in the future.
Yen stared at Sara and said word by word, "Sara, you don't have the right to hate me! You're not my daughter at all! It's me who raised you, you don't have the right to hate me!"
Sara laughed softly and said, "Yen, are you still so shameless? This is just a transaction you made with my mother, Will 80 million be enough to be my nourishment? Why shouldn't I hate you? Do you know why my mother doesn't like you? People like you will never be liked by anyone!"
"Someone like me?!" Yen's eyes turned red as he glared at Sara as if he had gone mad.
Sara said coldly, "Despicable, selfish, self-righteous, ungrateful, disgracing... What kind of person do you think you are, Miss Martin?"
"It's okay that you're not my father." Sara stood up and looked down at Yen. "I don't want a father like you to make me feel sick."
She suddenly remembered that one day when she was 12 years old, she was humiliated in the toilet by several girls. They tore off her clothes and wanted to take naked photos. Sara fled desperately. When she was outside the school, she happened to see Yen coming to pick her up. She looked at her father, hoping that he could comfort her, even if it was to take her home. But Yen just glanced at her, touched William's head, and buckled her with a seat belt. Then he drove his car and left her alone at the school gate.
The wind that day was so strong that Sara's eyes were filled with pain. Her heart was full of sadness, and no tears could stop her grievances.
At that time, she was still young and wondered why they were both father's daughters, but her treatment was totally different from William's. She had no blood relations with Lilly, so it was normal that Lilly didn't like her. But why did her father hate her as if he hated the insects in the stinking ditch?
Was it because she was not obedient, not hard enough? But she was already very obedient and desperate... She was so much better than William. Why didn't dad see her?
Until today, she finally understood that no matter how outstanding she was, she would not receive even the slightest bit of praise from Yen.
Many emotions that had stuck in the heart of the past suddenly disappeared, and she suddenly felt relieved.
Since we don't have that blood relationship, then we will be strangers from now on.
Sara looked at Yen and said softly. "Yen, I forgive you."
He would also forgive that lowly and weak self of his in the past.
She turned around and walked out of the door. Yen shouted, "You can't hurt William, you know! Otherwise, I won't let you go even if I die!"
Sara paused and put his fingers slowly on the doorknob. He said softly, "Many people have said this to me. If you want to pester me, you'd better kill yourself first. But I guess you dare not-after all, you are so weak and timid."
Then she opened the door and left. Walking out of the police station, Sara took a breath of fresh air and looked up at the dazzling sky. She stretched out her hand and touched the corner of her eyes blankly.
It was moist.
She didn't know when she was crying.