That afternoon was the first time the three-and-a-half-year-old little girl got to know her father.

Old Master Shaw left the house with his wife. He was wearing a suit, and his wife was dressed in a beautiful dress. The couple was dressed handsomely, looking sophisticated and elegant.

Beside them was a boy, around seven or eight years old. The family of three made onlookers turn green with envy.

“Look, Gloria. That’s your daddy,” Goldie said to her daughter.

“Daddy’s so handsome,” the little girl said.

“Yeah, your father is handsome and powerful. He’s a good man, just and upright. When you grow up, you have to be a filial daughter to your father because he gave you life, do you understand?” Goldie educated her daughter.

Although her daughter came from a single-parent family, she never cultivated hatred in her daughter. Even if her father never visited her even once throughout her life, never acknowledged her as his daughter, Goldie wanted to plant in her daughter’s mind an ima