If it weren't for Luke Moore's constant spoiling, Abigail Moore would never have become so audacious as to lay a hand on her own biological father.
All of this is the result of many years of Luke Moore's indulgence.
Until now silent, Luke Moore slowly closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and tremblingly raised his hand to cover his face.
His voice was choked.
"Retribution..." he trembled, "It's all retribution..."
Watching his shaking shoulders, Elias Moore did not speak for a moment, his brows tightly furrowed, he turned away.
A strong scent of perfume drifted through the air. As Elias Moore turned around, he saw Abigail Moore descending the stairs in a bewitching outfit and high heels.
She had applied nightclub makeup, carrying an LV bag, and her black tight dress was so short it almost revealed her underwear. Elias Moore's hands clenched in anger: "Where are you going?"
