“Didn’t you want to cut ties with us? Why are you still visiting my daughter then?” Madeline asked. “Fabian, can you tell me what kind of mentality you’re having right now?”

“What kind of mentality…” Fabian murmured in repetition. He tapped his cigarette with his finger lightly. The tip of the flickering cigarette turned into ashes that fell by the side of his feet silently.

“Heh.” Suddenly, he laughed.

Madeline suddenly felt that the look in Fabian’s eyes had changed. His gaze now was filled