Chapter 577: Chapter 577

Chapter 577:

At that thought, Liam’s face twisted into a cold, mocking smile.

But when the word “dad” reached his ears, something inside him stirred, softening his heart.

He hadn’t expected it, but his heart began to race.

How could he have forgotten? Despite the lack of blood between them, he had once been her father.

Something seemed to awaken in his mind, and tenderness surprisingly filled his eyes. Looking at Harlee’s beaming face, a quiet voice echoed in Liam’s mind.

He once had a wonderful and capable daughter. They could have happily continued their interactions. So, what had changed? Was it when he stood by as his wife tormented Harlee? Or when he accepted his wife’s baseless claim that Harlee was ungrateful? Or perhaps it began when he swallowed the belief that a daughter unrelated by blood could never measure up to a biological one, justifying the favoritism he showed Adelina?

In hindsight, Liam realized that Harlee had only ever wanted to be a good daughter.

Despite all the hardships she had endured, she had secretly come to the aid of the Gill family, saving it from the brink of bankruptcy. It was clear that Averie’s cruelty and his silent approval of the hostility aimed at Harlee were to blame for everything.

So, why did he blame Harlee for everything? One couldn’t ask for a better daughter than Harlee.

Liam’s eyes locked onto Harlee’s face, one he knew so well yet felt distant from.

His eyes were filled with regret, guilt, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of unease.

Harlee crouched beside Liam, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of him, now drenched in the enemy’s blood. She frowned and said, “Given the injustice you have suffered, I’ll grant you one request.”

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Liam hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

After several faltering attempts, he finally managed to voice his request, though it took him a full three minutes to do so.

“Is there any way to go back to how things were?”

“Lost in a fantasy? Keep dreaming!” Harlee’s lips curved faintly, but her gaze toward Liam was filled with contempt and revulsion.

Liam couldn’t shake the thought that, had it not been for the misfortune he had just endured because of Lonnie, Harlee would have ignored his plight entirely. She might have even taken grim satisfaction in watching him struggle.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came.

A bitter feeling welled up inside him, and regret was clear on his face.

Harlee silently wished Liam would stay quiet for good.

Going back to how things were? He had the audacity to suggest such nonsense. Truly shameless.

Her eyes grew cold as she grabbed his arm, showing no concern for his discomfort. Saving Liam hadn’t been her intention. Only after realizing Liam was suffering in her father’s place did she grudgingly decide to intervene. She didn’t want her father indebted to someone like Liam.

Harlee hauled Liam to his feet without hesitation.

At that moment, Liam spotted one of the black-clad attackers, still alive, reaching for a fallen weapon. Liam’s eyes widened in alarm. Instinctively, he shoved Harlee aside, turning to shield her with his body.

Harlee sighed, unfazed, and fired her gun without looking back, hitting the man squarely in the chest. The man dropped again.

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