“I’ve always practiced medicine for good. How can I possibly have such a vicious daughter like you?” Abraham stared at Queenie disappointedly.
Is this the daughter whom I’ve always doted on? Is this the daughter who has always made me proud? When did she become so ruthless?
“Dad, did you just slap me? How dare you slap me!” Queenie clutched her cheek as she shot a look of disbelief at Abraham.
She had never been hit since she was a child.
“Cor, bring her to the living room.” Abraham was so engulfed with disappointment that he did not even want to look at Queenie. Spinning around, he left and informed all the contestants to head to the living room.
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