Chapter 322 The Brutal Truth

• Jefferson glanced at the flower petals strewn all over the floor, his lips twitching. “Dad said you like camellias the most...”
• That's why for decades, he likes them too. But why...
• “Only your father would be fond of such dirty flowers!” Sandy uttered in abhorrence. The hatred within her intensified when he saw that Jefferson appeared oblivious to certain matters. “What did your father tell you about me?”