Chapter 539
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Looking at the magnificent clubhouse in front of me, a touch of irony rose in my heart.
People, indeed, change.
My dad never used to come to this kind of place before. We used to have money at home, he had nothing to do, so he just stayed at home with my mom, never coming to such places for entertainment.
Now…
The past is not worth looking back on.
I suppressed the desolation and indignation in my heart, and walked into the clubhouse.
My dad said he was in a private room on the third floor.
I went straight up.
Pushing open the door of the private room, a pungent smell of smoke immediately hit my nose.
I hurriedly covered my nose and frowned as I looked.
I saw my dad sitting on the sofa, looking impatient, with a glamorous woman beside him.
The woman looked very young, probably in her twenties.
Heavy makeup, dressed up in a particularly glamorous and sexy way,
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although beautiful, but with a strong taste of dust.
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From my mom’s account, the woman my dad had an affair with was very wealthy, capable, and exceptionally outstanding.
At first glance, this woman has nothing to do with ‘ability‘ and ‘excellence‘ in my opinion.
And how could a young, beautiful, wealthy, and capable girl possibly be interested in my
and willing to be the third party.
I frowned and stared at the woman, feeling that there was something suspicious about the whole thing.
Noticing my gaze, the woman provocatively raised her lips at me.
She was like a soft, boneless snake, clinging to my dad and cooing, “Oh, Mr. Duffy, is this your disobedient daughter? Please call her in.”
My father impatiently glanced at me and said, “Just say it if you have something to say, don’t stand there ruining the mood.”
Seeing my father’s attitude, I felt a moment of sadness and anger that was hard to bear.
Although he had tried every means to persuade me to set aside my dignity and borrow money from Reynaldo, there was still a hint of affection and concern in his eyes towards me.
But now, he looked at me with eyes that were both unfamiliar and disdainful.
Suppressing the sadness and desolation in my heart, I took out a mask from my bag and put it on, then walked inside.
The private room was in a mess, with overturned wine bottles scattered on
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the table and floor, and the ashtray full of cigarette butts.
It was obvious that there had just been a wild party in this room, but my dad probably cleared it out early when he knew I was coming.
My father sat on the sofa, unabashedly embracing that woman.
I clenched my fist tightly in anger.
I walked up to him and looked at him coldly, “Do you really not want our home anymore?”
“Tsk!” My dad glanced at me impatiently. “Why are you just like your mom, always saying ‘don’t want that family“? I just happened to meet someone I really like and want to be with the person I like.”
How come each and every one of you always make it seem like I’ve committed a huge crime?
“Are you no longer my children just because I am with the woman I love?”
“No!”
I growled lowly and pointed at the woman, saying, “If you insist on betraying my mom, disappointing my mom, and being with this woman, then Quentin and I are not your children anymore, and you can never come back to that home.”
I had just finished speaking when the woman on the side started provoking: “Oh, Mr. Duffy, how can your daughter be like this, not considerate of you at all.”