Chapter 432 Mamie said, âYou might not know much about Berlin, but thereâs one guy youâve definitely heard of â Cilian Thomas.â
Agnes was taken aback.
Cilian, the richest man in this country, founder of the Thomas Group.
Agnes was very familiar with this name, mainly because he was Alyssaâs exâhusband, and the biological father of Ryder Whitfield. She often heard this name in the Pritchard family.
So, whatâs the connection between Berlin and Cilian?
Mamie continued to explain, âBerlinâ is Cilianâs only younger brother, and people call him Mr. Berlin. Berlin is notoriously a playboy, even though heâs old, heâs always romancing young model girlfriends, some even younger than his daughter. Although he and his wife have been doing their own thing for years, they never divorced. Your stepmother is really heartless, your father is still in the hospital, his life hanging by a thread, yet she finds the time to flirt with men, itâs a real family tragedy.â âMamie, enough.â Ivan interrupted.
Mamie always spoke her mind, but she didnât consider Agnesâ feelings.
She immediately shut up, then changed the subject, âAgnes, what are you planning to do now?â
Agnesâ mind was a mess. She didnât know what she should do.
After leaving the club, she went to the hospital.
Although her father had been moved out of the intensive care unit, he was still hooked up to all sorts of tubes.
He lay there, pale as a ghost, like someone sucked the life out of him.
Agnes hardly recognized him.
Agnes sat by the bedside for a while.
She held Prestonâs hand, said, âDad, do you know what I saw today?â
No one answered her. Agnes smiled bitterly and sarcastically, âI still donât understand why you betrayed mom, and I wonder if youâve ever regretted it over the years. But perhaps there really is karma in this world, when someone does something wrong, God punishes them in kind.â
The room was filled with Agnesâ calm voice, âBut donât worry, Dad, no matter what happens next, I wonât let Starlight International Group, wonât let your and momâs hard work be ruined by her.â
Then there was a brief silence.
Agnes held Prestonâs hand, realizing just how old her father was, his hand thin and bony.
When she was a child, she loved to curl her little fist into her dadâs palm.
She always felt those hands were dry and warm, so big, so invincible, they could protect her.
It had been many years since Agnes held Prestonâs hand.
And it had been a long time since she had a calm chat with him.
âDad, itâs probably better that you donât know anything right now, so you donât have to face those cruel realities.â
Agnes leaned in close to Preston, âDad, if you wake up, Iâll forgive you for the past, and we can live well together!â
âHeâll wake up.â A low male voice came from behind.
Agnes straightened up, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, âWhy are you here?â
âI came to see Dad, and to see you.â
âNo need.â Agnesâs voice was slightly cold, âIf Mr. Whitfield has so much free time, he might as well sign the divorce agreement sooner, so I can get rid of one worry.â The mention of divorce made Jaredâs face gloomy.
Jaredâs voice was cold, âAgnes, are you really going to be so heartless? Isnât there another way to solve this?â