After Eli left the ICU room, both siblings didn't utter a single word as if they would rather be somewhere else than to stay in the same room with their father, especially Ririna. She had suffered for too long because of him.
When both of their parents divorced, she was only six years old; Jared was four and had recently started attending preschool. Her young mind couldn't understand why Mommy and Daddy were fighting, yelling at each other in the other room. She had always thought that people get married and have children because of love.
"About your inheritance, you don't have to worry about it. I had my lawyer prepare everything," Darren Zhou said to break the silence between him and his children.
"We don't care about it," Ririna hissed while trying to contain the rage and hatred she was having inside.
"I know," Darren replied. He knew why they were here, and he didn't have enough time. "I guess you're waiting for me to apologize." His eyes were on the ceiling above him.