章節 1130: 491 The Song Written for Her_3

Forsythia Brown was astonished: "What an impressive patriarch, no wonder he has Han Mo, Hamlet Hancock, and Miles Hancock so well-disciplined and obedient."

"And later, his company still went bankrupt, losing everything. Those lovers who depended on him for their livelihood all kept their distance, and all those fair-weather friends avoided him like the plague. In the end, on a bitterly cold and rainy night, he leapt from the bridge..."

A muscle in Forsythia's forehead twitched, as she reached out to hold Jane Hancock's hand, "Jane."

"To be honest, even though people say that when a person dies everything comes to an end, to this day, I haven't forgiven him. I feel ashamed that his blood flows through my veins."

Forsythia said, "With such a father, it's fine not to forgive. You've done nothing wrong."

"Thank you, Forsythia. Hearing you say that makes my heart feel a bit better," Jane said.