You absolutely were a horrible father.

The moment your daughter came to this world, your wife died.

You let your servants raise her. Even though you lived in the same big mansion. But the first time you saw her since she born, was one month ago. She's 4 years old now..

Some servants was cruel on this pure little soul, just one or two maids took really care of her. And you didn't know anything about it. You were almost all the times in your office home, or not home at all.

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She was slowly getting used to being around a cold and heartless daddy... She was cute and soft, very small..

"Papa, papa..!" She walked slowly to your chair and pulled your jacket suit with her small fingers to get your attention.

You looked down at her with cold eyes. "Hm?"

"I'm hungry..." She said cutely.