Hearing Karen Daly's voice, everyone looked over.
She was wearing pajamas with a coat. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked so thin that it made people pity her, but there was a sharp light in her eyes.
Kevin Kyle's heart sank. How long had she been here? How much did she hear?
"Karen, you must have misunderstood daddy. We should sit down and talk about it as father and daughter." Samuel Daly didn't think about what Karen Daly had heard, or even bothered if Karen Daly would get hurt. He immediately put on a kind father's face.
"For a person like you, who forced his own wife to death, I have nothing to say to you. You'd better get out of here right now and don't let me see you again." With such a father, Karen Daly did not think that she had anything to sa
