Chapter 372 Sarcasm

• Shane's face was incredibly tortured, and his head felt like it was going to blow apart. He parted his lips as though he wanted to explain. "I didn't intend it that way, Sevie. I didn't recognize you since I hadn't seen you before. I uttered those things for that reason. I— “Mr. Quinnell,” Wynter said calmly, cutting him off. Standing beside you is the daughter you wish to get back together with. I'm not the one. After a moment of involuntary silence, Shane said, "Sevle, how can you say that?" "So, Mr. Quinnell, what do you think I should say?" Wynter's eyebrows went up a little. "Do I have to formally recognize you as my father?" Shane scowled. "Sevie, I am your biological father.
• "Do I have to formally recognize you as my father?" Shane scowled. "Sevie, I am your biological father. You cannot hold a grudge against me due to a simple miscommunication. "Oh." Wynter's beautiful black hair was falling in a cascade, and her grin was stunning. "I fear that you will be let down. Having resentment is my best quality. At last, Shane understood that she most likely didn't want to acknowledge him. He was becoming anxious. “I know what I did just now was wrong,” Shane remarked, coming forward. Since you returned, I have been trying to find you, but nobody has informed me where you live or how you appear," he said earnestly. I was also concerned. I finally get to visit you after all these days.
• A middle-aged guy crying would be heartwarming if it were someone else. Wynter, however, was unique. She was skilled in forensic science and psychology, after all. She had limited recollections of her early years and had spent so many years in a daze. Gradually, some of those memories had come back. She may have been sold by human traffickers and dumped on the streets if it weren't for Atwater. Beg. She may remember having one opportunity to flee when the traffickers wanted to go back, according to her few memories, for the ransom of her. Nevertheless, it was at this very time when the Quinnell sponsor.