"I'm telling you, don't even think about it. My daughter has suffered so much, we will not forgive him. Let him wait to go to jail."
Since their relations had long broken down, Owen Winton didn't mind saying some vicious words.
Christopher Lewis, on the other end of the call, let out a cold laugh.
How could he still be daydreaming like this?
In the end, who will go to jail, he hasn't figured out the situation yet.
Christopher didn't say much more, he just replied in a weary voice, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Hearing Christopher's tone, Owen tossed the phone aside with a cold snort.
It seemed they were really at their wit's end. Asking him over tomorrow, it's either to apologize or make peace, Owen could already imagine what the scene would look like then.
"Someone come." Owen called Matthew Thompson in with a joyful voice.
Seeing Owen so cheerful, Matthew sighed inwardly: you will only be happy for these two days.
