Chapter 167


    ‘If I were your daughter, how could you ask me to give up everything I have now and fulfill Liliane?”


    Billy opened his mouth, but his throat felt constricted, rendering him speechless. He knew that


    revealing Esther’s true identity could sway her decision, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t


    want to be seen as a despicable person in Esther’s eyes.


    Esther’s eyes glistened with tears as she dered, “This is thest time I call you Dad. From now on,


    we’re strangers.”


    ‘Do you even realize that Liliane has ruined my life? She has destroyed everything. I spent five years in


    prison because of her. She is responsible for the bloodshed of Grandpa Thomas and Tinkerbell. How


    can a murderer like her deserve happiness? She doesn’t deserve it!’


    With cold indifference, Esther turned away. At that moment, Billy took a deep breath and dropped to his


    knees behind her, a loud thump echoing through the cafe. “Esther, I beg you, please leave Bradley.”


    The upscale cafe fell silent, its other patrons ncing over at themotion.


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    Esther was taken aback by her father’s act of kneeling for Liliane. Tears streamed down her face.


    Someone in the crowd criticized her. “How dare you!? How can you let your father kneel before you?


    Aren’t you afraid of bad luck?”


    “You seem heartless. Your father is begging you like this, yet you remain unmoved.” Another voice


    chimed


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    “I think I’ve seen her before. Wasn’t she the murderer from five years ago?”


    “Now that you mention it, I remember. Wasn’t she imprisoned? When did she get released?”


    As Bradley arrived at the scene, he witnessed Esther being verbally attacked by ignorant onlookers in


    the cafe. Someone even recorded the incident of Billy kneeling before Esther and uploaded it as a


    short


    video on the Inte.


    Malice formed an invisible that tightly enveloped Esther, making it hard for her to breathe.


    Bradley held Esther tightly in his arms, his handsome face filled with anger. He acted as her protector,


    shielding her from the torrential malice and attacks.


    “Shut up!”


    Bradley’s voice was firm andmanding. He gave instructions to the bodyguards, demanding


    retrieval- of surveince footage from the cafe and gathering information about the attackers. He


    wanted their identities, names, and workces known. If any video surfaced online, even for a second,


    he wanted legal action taken within half an hour.


    Bradley was worried that these people’s actions would trigger Esther’s selective amnesia, causing her


    to lose her will to fight.


    “Yes, Mr. Warner,” the bodyguards said promptly.


    As the city’s top taxpayer, Bradley had been featured in financial magazines and had been interviewed


    by television stations.