Graham Ford’s deep-set features were tinged with a profound coolness, and his almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.

With just one look, he was strikingly cold, clearly conveying through his gaze his rejection of her approach.

Miranda Dalton’s heart trembled; she had never seen her father look at her like this, not ever.

Feeling very aggrieved, tears she had been holding back instantly burst forth, and she spoke pitifully, "Dad, they all say that you don’t want me anymore."

As she continued speaking, she broke down in tears.

"Who said that?"

Miranda Dalton looked at him cautiously, as if seeing hope, gently biting her lip, "Tiana Thorne."

Graham Ford withdrew his gaze, coldly brushing past her.

There was a breeze around him; it was clearly autumn, yet at this moment, it felt piercingly cold, stabbing her heart and making her shiver.

Then, he walked over to Tiana Thorne: "Well said, I’ve prepared a prize for you."

His voice, initially cold, now carried an indescribable tenderness.

Miranda Dalton’s breath caught, she turned her head in shock, feeling there was a vast difference between them despite both being daughters.

Her lips trembled, "Dad..."

Graham Ford seemed not to hear, and after sitting down on the sofa, he raised an eyebrow slightly at Rouge Jarvis.

Rouge Jarvis walked past her without even glancing at her, only sitting down near the sofa by Tiana Thorne’s side.

May Sloane looked toward the doorway, at the pair wedged between Felix Grant and Jesse Rivers.

Cynthia Morgan, she’d already met just now.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man dressed in shabby clothes, slightly hunched over, with strands of silver in his hair and not very clean attire, evidently someone from the lower class.

Yet despite the wrinkles on his face, it wasn’t hard to see that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the man’s lips bore a great resemblance to Meredith Ford, as did his face.

Understanding dawned on her.

This was Miranda Dalton’s biological father, there would be an intriguing scene.

Tiana Thorne naturally also noticed the man, presumably Louis Dalton.

"Darling, help me to the sofa."

May Sloane nodded at his words.

Rouge Jarvis remained silent, only picking up an apple and peeling it with a fruit knife; what followed required no further words from her.

Autumn’s dry climate required Tiana to eat some fruit to boost vitamins.

Graham Ford spoke up, almond eyes gleaming with undiminished coldness, the corners of his mouth bearing a hint of vengeful curve: "As father and daughter, our relationship is severed; the last thing I’ll do for you is help find your biological parents, go say hello to them."

Miranda Dalton listened to his cold voice devoid of any familial affection, then noticed his gaze was directed toward the door.

Only then did she remember that earlier, she had glimpsed a few people, though her focus had been entirely on Graham Ford, paying little attention.

At this moment, she suddenly dared not turn around; she didn’t want to face reality.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly around the living room.

She didn’t want to leave the Ford family, she didn’t.

This was when Rouge Jarvis paused her peeling, looked up at the equally pale Cynthia Morgan, and smiled callously, "Your treasured daughter seems unwilling to recognize you."

Cynthia Morgan’s gaze was pale at this moment, watching her daughter’s stiff back.

In the end, she had lost.