The fiery pain on her face seemed to pull her back to that night in the hospital five years ago.
He hit her, cursed her as filthy, told her to get out of the Trent Family, not to dirty their name any further.
"Keep in mind who you are! Without me, where would you be? How dare you speak to me in this tone?" Nicholas Trent's gaze held no trace of kinship or warmth, his voice icy cold: "Even if you are no longer in the Trent family records, the blood flowing in your veins still belongs to the Trent family. Do I need to teach you filial respect again?"
Suzanne sharply turned her eyes away, under the light, her face clearly showing the reddening handprint.
"When have you ever taught me?" She fearlessly stared at the man who shamelessly posed as a father: "Stop glorifying yourself! We severed ties five years ago. I already repaid my debt to the Trents in that fire, I have nothing to do with you!"
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