Chapter 19

Zoey observed her father's weathered appearance and frail figure. A twinge of sadness welled within her. Two designers swiftly rolled out a red carpet when she knelt to be on eye level with her father, offering a service fit for royalty. "Dad, I'm here to see you today. Whether you want to meet us or not, I hope you don't get upset," Zoey pleaded, sensing her father's mixed feelings. Wallace felt a sense of guilt toward his eldest daughter while harboring increasing resentment toward Cyrus. He viewed his son-in-law as a disappointment, failing to meet his expectations. Glancing at Cyrus with displeasure, Wallace questioned, "Don't tell me you paid for Zoey's dress." "It's a favor from a friend who owed me, so you could say I contributed," Cyrus replied. "You have friends like that? Why did you beat Zoey up over just a few thousand dollars before then?" Wallace sneered. Cyrus chose not to dwell on past grievances. It wasn't his style. He intended to prove himself in the future