Chapter 972

"Go ask Quentin for some money; that ungrateful child refuses to give any."

So I thought about sneaking into their room to find some valuable stuff, but accidentally knocked over the vase next to the bedside table.

I was shocked in my heart. Could it be the vase next to the bedside table…?

The next second, I heard my dad say, "At that time, the vase broke, and then I saw a very small thing in the fragments, like a camera or something."

My heart completely cooled. That was indeed the recorder I had hidden inside.

I didn’t expect that the recorder wasn't found by Kimberly in the end, but by my dad instead.

"And then?" I asked in a calm voice.

My dad sighed and said, "At that time, I was so anxious, thinking that there were cameras everywhere. If I searched their room for things, wouldn’t they see it all? In this way, they would definitely be even less willing to give me money in the future. So I took the camera and went up to them to apologize, thinking that apologizing proactively might leave a good impression on them. Little did I know, I had already taken the initiative to admit my mistake, but they still refused to give me a single penny. What should I do, Ralda? I really need money urgently these days."

After listening to my father’s words, I was so angry that I didn’t know what to say. My recorder was found by him, which was bad enough, but he even took it to Kimberly. Now Kimberly definitely knew that the recorder was hidden by me. It was almost impossible to use this method to record evidence again.

A touch of annoyance surged in my heart, and my dad happened to be pulling my arm, saying, “Ralda, can you lend me some money? I don’t need much, just a few million.”

“Get lost!” I impatiently waved away his hand and said coldly, "You are not like Quentin, always trying to cover up for Kimberly. Why don’t you just go ask them for money."

“What do you mean by ‘sheltering or not sheltering’? I don’t understand what you’re saying. The key is that I went to ask them for it, but maybe I asked too many times; this time they just refused to give me the money.”

I chuckled, “Then just threaten them with the truth from four years ago. Bring up Mikaela’s death; they’ll definitely pay up, won’t they?”

My father frowned deeply, “Ralda, please stop talking nonsense. Everyone in Freybourne knows that Mikaela is because of you…”

I coldly cut off his words, “Get out!” showing no hope for him at all.

My father opened his mouth, as if wanting to speak.

I coldly growled, “Get out!”

My father scolded me as a "disobedient daughter" in anger, and then left in a huff.

I stared at his angry back, full of sarcasm in my heart. I never expected it; my father actually defended Kimberly so much. Kimberly refused to give him money, but he was not willing to use Mikaela’s death truth to threaten Kimberly. Well, just let Kimberly be his own daughter. And he was so short of money, yet he still refused to switch sides and stand by my side at such a critical moment.

I really don’t know what he was doing, “sheltering Kimberly like this.” Could it be that he didn’t lack money to the point of being desperate? If I push him to a dead end, will he come to me and be willing to testify for me?