Chapter 1095 - 1094: Anger

"Really! I won’t return to Solaria ever again."

Fiona saw Mr. Ford standing there watching her, and her heart had never been so flustered.

In the Ford Family, her biggest reliance was Mr. Ford.

She recklessly kidnapped Little Bao and harmed Finn, all because she relied on Mr. Ford’s love.

If Mr. Ford were to abandon her, what would she do!

The more she thought, the sadder Fiona became, her crying was loud. After a while, Mr. Ford called out, "Fiona!"

"Daddy!"

Fiona thought, after all, she is the daughter of his first love.

The woman one can’t have is the most precious, so Mr. Ford was always very good to the daughter of his white moonlight.

This time, it must be the same.

"Fiona Ford!"

Mr. Ford called again.

"No!"

"Sylvia Sinclair!"

The cold and clear three words hit Fiona’s heart like something, making her chest feel pierced and pained.

"Sylvia" is her mother’s surname.

If it weren’t for Mr. Ford adopting her, her name would be Sylvia Sinclair.

For Mr. Ford to call her that, was he planning not to acknowledge her as his daughter anymore?

"Daddy! I was wrong!"

Fiona tightly clutched Mr. Ford’s clothes, crying as she spoke.

Mr. Ford looked at her crying, his eyes grew colder.

"Go back where you came from!"

"The Ford Family will not tolerate you."

"Daddy!"

Fiona was shocked, how could she cried and pleaded for so long, yet Mr. Ford didn’t listen at all this time, and didn’t believe her.

"Don’t you believe what I’m saying?"

"I was really harmed by Third Young Master Chambers."

"Was it Finn..."

Fiona instinctively tried to shift the blame to Finn, but stopped herself.

She saw the cold sneer in Mr. Ford’s eyes and quickly realized. The one in trouble was Little Bao, Finn’s son; she couldn’t blame Finn.

"Finn certainly doesn’t believe me, she never liked me in the first place. But Daddy, you raised me for so many years, you know my temperament the best!"

"Enough!"

Mr. Ford shouted sharply.

He had never been this angry before, especially not at Fiona.

The daughter he raised felt so foreign it scared him.

The person who almost died was his grandson; how could Fiona be so ruthless?

"After raising you for so many years, I don’t know your temperament, that’s why I almost caused Little Bao’s death, and wreaked havoc on my son and daughter-in-law!"

"Fiona Ford, even now, you won’t tell me a single truth, you’re still blaming others here."

"You know the truth best in your heart!"

Fiona, full of tears, looked at Mr. Ford as he scolded her. She shook her head, crying, "I don’t know."

How things got to this point, she must insist on her unawareness, then she’d have hope of not being sent away.

"Daddy, you don’t believe me anymore."

Fiona softened her voice, released her grip, and looked up at Mr. Ford.

"Will it take my death to prove my innocence?"

Mr. Ford didn’t answer; hearing her threaten to kill herself, his heart sank deeply.

What kind of child did he raise!

How did she become like this!"

"Fine!" Fiona, still immersed in her act, first wiped away her tears, then turned to look at the bedside table.

She wanted to jump out the window to end herself, but unfortunately one of her legs was crushed under a wheel, leaving her bedridden.

All she could do was reach out to the cup on the bedside table. Gripping it, she fiercely smashed it against a hard corner.