Chapter 744 Daddy Wants To Hit Me

• “Honestly, what was I expecting?” Whitney muttered. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. I know that...
• She sighed and glanced at the milk next to her hand. Recalling how Charles had said not to waste it, she picked it up and drank it all as though she was downing a glass of wine.
• Unlike alcohol, unfortunately, milk had no effect on dulling one's emotions and relieving one's sorrows.