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Nowadays, you hear about husbands hitting their wives, parents hitting their kids, but it’s rare to hear about a grown-up still being beaten by their father.

For someone in Samuel Richardson’s position to hit his daughter, there must be a hidden agenda or some bizarre fetish.

For a moment, the people present shifted from mere onlookers to feeling sympathy and anger.

At her age to still be beaten by her father was simply unbearable.

“Emma, what’s wrong? Have you been threatened? As your father, how could I beat you?” Samuel Richardson lowered his voice, coaxing, “Come, give the microphone to your father.”

Emma, holding the microphone, evaded Samuel’s grab. With a clear and confident voice, she declared:

“When I was young and had no choice, I could only accept your beatings. Now that I’ve grown up, I can take responsibility for my own life. From now on, you will no longer be my father and I will no longer be your daughter.”

“I’ve been beaten, abused, and threatened by you. I’ve had enough of this kind of life.” Emma’s eyes turned red as she continued, “I also want to clarify one thing. Samuel Richardson is lying. I am not a part of the ‘W’ organization. I am just an ordinary person who has been beaten and abused by him.”

Once these words came out, an eerie silence filled the scene.

It was not until this moment that Samuel realized what his daughter wanted to do.

No wonder she had been obedient since yesterday, not saying a single word of resistance.

The trap she dug was right here.

She had no intention of helping him; she even wanted to ruin him.

With this thought, Samuel Richardson’s mind went into a panic.

“Emma, don’t forget about your Grandma…” he whispered in a threatening tone.

Emma stared at him coldly, unmoved by his threat.

Her greatest weakness was her family; if it weren’t for her mother and grandmother, she would have fought back long ago.

Only someone like Samuel Richardson, with no weaknesses, could so ruthlessly use his own flesh and blood as stepping stones.

Only a father like Samuel Richardson could have raised a daughter like Isabelle.

With ruthless blood flowing in her veins, she could so calmly cut off her own family ties.

Luckily, the organization had already made proper arrangements for her family.

Ignoring the looks Samuel was giving her, Emma’s mouth twitched as she smiled, even taking pleasure in her revenge.

She had not expected the situation to become so awkward. Phoebe Belmont, standing nearby, suddenly felt as if bugs were crawling all over her body.

She quietly put down the microphone and walked towards the stage, bumping into Molly Walker in the process.

Molly stood there, her lips hooked into a smile, exuding a sense of mysteriousness.

“Miss Thompson, please let me pass.”

Being stopped, Phoebe was not flustered.

She knew that the person in front of her liked to use legal means to get things done, but she had not done anything illegal or criminal. At most, she was morally bankrupt, and the police could not do anything about it even if they tried.

As long as she did not do anything illegal, the person before her would have no power over her.

However, the next second, Molly’s words left Phoebe rooted to the spot.

“I heard your younger brother is planning to continue his studies. He must be so ashamed to have a sister like you.”

“What are you trying to do?” Phoebe was suspicious and cautious, “My relationship with your father is my own business. Please don’t involve my family.”

Her family lived in a small county under Sunnydale, in a large villa and enjoyed the admiration of the villagers. Her younger brother was currently pursuing a Ph.D. degree and would later take the civil service examination, choosing a path completely different from her own.

Her brother was different from her. While she had average academic performance, her brother had always excelled in his studies. She had paid for all of her brother’s education expenses, hoping that once he succeeded, she could also hold her head high.

She never expected Molly to bring up her brother.

Thinking of Molly as a part of the ‘W’ organization, Phoebe panicked.

If Molly were to go after her brother, she would have no power to resist.

Her brother’s life would be ruined.

A smile appeared on Molly’s lips, finding it easy to guess what Phoebe was thinking.

She had not intended to interfere with her parents’ affairs, but she couldn’t swallow her anger towards Phoebe.

“Rest assured, I won’t do anything to your brother.”

Even if Phoebe had done something wrong, Molly wouldn’t have taken it out on someone else.

Upon hearing this, Phoebe finally let out a sigh of relief. As long as her brother was not involved, she was not afraid of anything.

As for her own life and future, she had saved some money in recent years and had capable hands and feet. If necessary, she could simply leave Sunnydale and find work elsewhere.

“However, I think your brother should know the truth. For example, that his sister is a homewrecker who interfered in someone else’s family, and that his education was funded by the money his sister made from being a mistress.”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Phoebe’s face contorted. “The money I earned is from my own labor.”

“Really? So the apartment you bought in Sunnydale last week was also from your labor? Your salary increase in the past few months, was that solely from your labor as well?” Molly spoke gently, a coldness in her eyes, “If I remember correctly, you haven’t been working these past few days. You’ve been on leave, following Daniel Thompson around.”

Phoebe’s face grew paler.

The apartment was a gift Daniel had bought for her.

The inexplicable raise in her salary was also a “benefit” Daniel had given her.

Although she hadn’t “snatched the position” yet, Daniel hadn’t treated her unfairly in terms of money. He had even tried to make it up to her in various ways.

These days, she hadn’t been handling any company matters, as she believed she would soon be promoted and had no interest in working.

What Molly said was true; Phoebe’s money was dirty.

“My brother struggled so hard to get where he is. Could you please not let him know all this…” Phoebe pleaded with a defeated expression.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Molly wouldn’t actively harm innocent people, but she had no intention of letting Phoebe off the hook. As for who else would be affected, that was not her concern.

She wanted everyone related to Phoebe to know what Phoebe had done.

If Phoebe had committed something morally wrong, Molly would retaliate in the same manner.

Watching Molly leave, Phoebe’s heart sank to the bottom.

Seeing Daniel Thompson coming down, she quickly rushed forward and grabbed his hand, “Daniel, Daniel, please help me. Ivy wants to hurt my brother. I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you and interfered with your family with Amanda Leaford. I was wrong.”

Her voice was barely audible but loud enough for Daniel to hear.

Daniel looked at her indifferently, recalling her actions just now, and shook her hand off.

“Miss Belmont, please show some respect. I am a married man. Also, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

At this moment, he was a “dementia patient,” so he obviously could not help her.

“Daniel, please stop pretending in front of me. I know you can help me. You know that my brother is gifted, a natural-born learner. Compared to Ivy’s ruthless methods, we have no chance of fighting back.”

“Ruthless?” Daniel chuckled, “Not as ruthless as you.”