Leo Grant looked coldly at Miles Miller; after all, he's just someone who provided a chromosome. What qualifies him to be called Holly Sawyer's father here?
"She's twenty this year, born in April, named Chloe Miller."
"Born in the year of the horse..."
Miles Miller spoke with a stiff upper lip; he was just guessing, not sure really, after all, so many years have passed.
He never cared about this daughter, so how could he remember these things? Of course he didn't remember.
"My wife is not named Chloe Miller, she is Holly Sawyer, thank you."
Leo Grant held Holly Sawyer's shoulder and walked past Miles Miller directly.
Miles Miller tried to reach out to grab, but didn't succeed.
"Tsk, doesn't even know the name, what kind of father is that?"
"Is this how people swindle others these days?"
"Weird knowledge has increased a bit."
"..."
The crowd slowly dispersed.
"He's at a dead end now; forced to resign from the company, and the son he cherished isn't even his own."
