Chapter 497

The feeling of having his mouth and nose smothered by a pillow—suffocating and teetering on the brink of death—haunted Dexter's mind. It was an experience he would never forget in his life. Not to mention the heart-wrenching sorrow and disappointment of betrayal. The precious daughter he had cherished and doted on for 19 years had actually tried to kill him! Had it not been for a nurse entering the ward to check on him, he would already be dead. So, when Dexter heard her call him "Dad" again, nausea and revulsion surged through him. His stomach churned, and he wished he could block out the sound entirely. He spat angrily, "Don't disgust me. I don't have a daughter like you, nor am I fit to be your father. Get out!" Kayla casually admired her freshly done nails and chuckled. "Dad, why are you so petty? Can't I just apologize?" "Get out!" Dexter grabbed a broom nearby, ready to strike, but Kayla quickly stepped back. In a flash, her suited bodyguards pinned him down. "I tried to