You Are The Murderer's Daughter！

"If you need money, why don't you earn it yourself?" Celeste questioned.

"Don't talk to your father like that," Joel nudged Celeste's elbow reminding her not to say something wrong and hurt herself in the process.

"Am I not right? My father went missing when I was 6-years-old. He got into an accident and couldn't find his way home. Can't you just let me continue believing that?" Celeste asked the man in front of her with teary eyes.

In reality, it was obviously not an accident for a person to go missing without a single clue. Celeste had understood this long ago.

"Celeste, I understand that you are a big star now and you have money. So, please save your brother. If it wasn't because I had no choice, I would not be showing myself in front of you." The man looked old with a pair of reading glasses. His hand clasped tightly to the quiet little boy beside him, with no intention of letting go for even a second.