Chapter 13 Ruthless Father and Cold Home


    Mia said nothing and twisted her fingers. In the face of Sam Charles, she couldn''t find a word to say. If


    she didn’t get used to this home, she didn''t want to see him again.


    Sam didn''t care much, and looked at her up and down for a while, "Where have you gone? You called


    me earlier and said you’re back. Why did you arrive sote?"


    She didn’t to answer and went straight to the house.


    “Mia Charles,e back now!” Sam roared running over. His body crooked, his mouth crooked even


    more obviously, "Your dad raised you! And you ignore me now?”


    Mia stopped, staring at her foster father. Her heart was pounding, she was biting lips without saying a


    word. Sam said no more and stretched out his hairy hand to Mia, "Bring it."


    "Bring...what?" Frowning lightly, she asked.


    Sam nced dissatisfiedly, "Money! You’re useless, half a month and nothing. They only gave one


    million of 5 million final payment. Did they give the rest of money to you? Well, they said two million for


    a baby, five for a son..."


    His words were too rude, and Mia wanted to cover her ears. He sold his own daughter, and now,


    without even saying “Hi”, he went straight to business, asking about money. She couldn’t help crying,


    but her heart was strong enough to say one word, “No!” Saying that, she walked toward the corridor.


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    Sam came close and dragged Mia to the same ce she was standing before. Starring at her with two


    wide-open bronze eyes he shouted, “You forgot your fucking dad raised you! And what’s now? Now its


    dad’s time to spend your money, this is how it should be. You don’t wanna give it or what?”


    Mia only cried and couldn''t say a word. What he said, what he did over these years, how he treated her


    coldly, she epted everything. Only this time her heart was freezingly cold.


    Her grievances had nowhere to vent, she shouted helplessly, “Dad, I can work and earn money for you.


    Isn''t it too much for me now? Do you know how much I’m suffering?”


    “Suffering?” Sampletely ignored Mia’sints, he was all into the money, “Be honest. Tell dad


    where you’ve hidden the money. Quickly give it to dad!”


    “I don’t have it,” Mia shook her clothes a few times. She had no pockets and could not hide a check.


    She spread her hands and said coldly, “I’ve donated it.”


    “You''re fucking...” Sam’s mouth crooked to his ears. He stared at Mia fiercely as he was about to hit


    her. Mia sternly closed her eyes and sneered, "Come on. After this we’re done.”


    The hand didn''t fall, Sam smacked his lips and hummed, “We’re done? Nice! Dad raised you for so


    many years, and when you’re gonna pay me back?”


    He turned around and walked out, dialing the phone on the way.


    Mia sat down and began stroking her chest. She wasn’t trying to hide from this disaster, she realized


    what family she’d grown up in.


    When she opened the door, a burst of sour smell spread, she could not help but cover her mouth. She


    saw that the feast on the table that was put on more than ten days ago was still there. The dishes were


    <ppletely rotten and poisonous, andrvae were floating on them.