Recalling those most difficult days, the grievances repressed for many years suddenly burst forth like a flood, uncontrollably emerging from those deeply buried memories.
"Scarlett, Dad will make it up to you." Noah Yates looked at her with pain and self-reproach, "From now on, I won't let you suffer any grievances. You won't be alone anymore, Dad promises you."
"Make it up, promise?" Scarlett Yates snorted coldly, laughing disdainfully, "I don't need it. Since I've endured alone for over ten years, I don't need to change anything in the future either."
Noah Yates tightened his grip on the silver chopsticks: "You can say these words as angry words. I don't blame you for feeling wronged, but you are my biological daughter, Noah Yates's daughter. You must acknowledge your heritage."
"Recognize my heritage as the heiress of the Yates Family?" Scarlett Yates coldly laughed again, raising her head with a disdainful arc, "I don't care for it; find someone else to do it."
