Although my father was paranoid and imprisoned me there, he never hurt me at all, but instead protected me well.
Even if it was just a minor abrasion, he would be so anxious that he would summon all the authoritative experts to treat me.
Even if I didn't want to call him dad, he never forced me to do so.
He said that one day I would understand his good intentions as a father.
But now, I was drowned under the group of thugs and was helpless.
Helplessness and despair enveloped me.
I couldn't make a sound, and only tears flowed.
"Dad, is that what you want?"
Vita's girlfriends watched the fun and praised Vita,
"Vita, you were born to be a rich girl and are really good at teaching people lessons."
"Yeah, you see, this bitch was stubborn at first, but now she's crying. Ha ha, she will never dare to dream of squeezing into a wealthy family again."
"Congratulations, Vita, for successfully getting rid of that bitch. Let's see who dares to replace you in the future!"
Vita was praised so much that she smiled as if she won a battle, and the smugness on her face never disappeared.
However, the thugs, who were in high spirits, suddenly showed strange expressions.
The next moment, a thug stood up, pointed at me and reported,
"Miss Smith, this woman is dead!"
Upon hearing that, Vita frowned, looking disgusted.
"Damn it! Hurry up and dig a hole to bury her. Don't let her contaminate my dad's eyes!"
As soon as she finished speaking, my father walked into the villa.
"What are you doing?"
