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I casually stretched my muscles, luckily my body still feels like it’s in my twenties, otherwise it would have been a bit challenging…
A few minutes later, the yellow–haired hooligans lay on the ground wailing.
I stepped on the face of the girl with long hair, forcefully rolling it down, still feeling unsatisfied, and then kicked her stomach hard twice.
This can be considered as revenge for the two kicks she just gave to my daughter.
The long–haired girl coughed up blood foam, convulsed all over her body, and no longer had the arrogant and superior appearance she had just had.
She said incoherently, “My mother… My mother won’t let you go, Remington won’t let you go
either!”
“Hey, who’s your mother?” I asked with great interest, enjoying her disheveled appearance. “Tell me, let me see which despicable person raised you, you little scoundrel.”
“Her mother… her mother was Katherine,” Allison, who had been trembling behind me, finally uttered a complete sentence.
She carefully tugged at the hem of my clothes and said anxiously, “You should leave quickly, if her mother finds out, you will be in danger…”
Upon hearing the familiar name again, my heart sank, and I could probably guess why my daughter had turned out the way she is now.
I tenderly pulled Allison into my arms and gently touched her soft hair, saying softly, “Don’t be afraid, Mommy will protect you.”
Allison slightly widened her eyes and whispered, “Mom… you are… Mom?”
A mother and daughter are closely connected, often not needing many words, just a glance.
Allison almost instantly believed that the powerful and beautiful woman in front of her was her
mother.
I slowly walked out of the dark alley, supporting Allison, when suddenly I bumped into an unexpected visitor.
“Dad… How did you come here?” Allison timidly spoke.
I lifted my head and the man in front of me had hardly changed, just a bit stronger than before, and
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his temperament had also become more mature and steady.
It seemed as if the 15 years had only left a tiny speck of dust on him.
“Remington, long time no see,” I said casually.
Remington’s eyes welled up with tears as soon as he saw me, and he trembled as he reached out his
hand to touch my face.
In the moment of contact, he pulled his hand back as if it had been burned, and said to me in a bewildered manner, “Kassidy… is it really you? You have come back.”
Feeling the tightening grip of my daughter’s hand in my arms, my expression grew colder.
Remington felt uncomfortable under my gaze, and finally realized the current situation.
The long–haired girl, who was barely breathing after being beaten by me, seemed to see a savior and crawled towards Remington, weakly shouting for him to save her and kill me, the wicked
woman.
Remington furrowed his brow and looked at the long–haired girl on the ground, his tone tinged with a hint of impatience, “Why is it you again?”
I interrupted him, “What? Do you want to kill my first girlfriend that I gave to you as revenge?”
Remington furrowed his brow even deeper, “What first love girlfriend? Don’t you know if I had a first love girlfriend or not?”
“I didn’t care whether you had it or not, Remington, you really disappointed me.”
After saying that, I bypassed him and pulled Allison forward.
Remington tightly gripped my arm, his eyes so bloodshot that they seemed ready to shed tears, almost shouting, “You’re not allowed to leave! You won’t take a single step away from me!”
“Snap!”
With a loud and crisp sound, the surroundings instantly fell silent, and the hooligans who were originally wailing completely dared not make a sound, even Allison widened her mouth.
Remington’s face was slapped by me, causing it to tilt to one side. He stared at me in a dazed
manner.
I gritted my teeth and said, “It seems like you have no idea or simply don’t care about our daughter being bullied, right?”
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“Snap!”
With another crisp sound, I slapped Remington’s face to the other side, and tears fell straight down.
I continued, “No time to take care of our daughter, but time to go find your first love, and even make it known throughout the whole city. Are
“Snap!”
you
shameless or what?”
With a crisp sound, I pointed at Remington’s nose and said word by word, “Remington, is this how you mourn me?”
