Chapter 363: I'm Not Your Father

At this time, Leila, who had been kneeling for a long time, finally raised her head. She looked hopefully at Richard. There was still blood in the corner of his mouth, and a sheet of gauze stained with blood stuck to his forehead. As he lifted his head, a drop of tears flowed from his eyes and hit the ground.

"Dad ..." Leila calls weakly. His voice was hoarse and full of misery.

The triumphant expression on his face earlier as well as his shrewdness in slandering Lilia, all of them disappeared without a trace.

Richard's face was serious and his eyes were full of serenity. If it weren't for her tightly clenched hands behind her back, it might actually lead people to mistake her for not having feelings for Leila anymore.