Miss Shannon Seems to Be Good at Reading Minds
So, he decided to take the easy way out, declaring that if Cynthia left, from now on, he, Drake Shannon, would have no relationship whatsoever with her. To be honest, from the moment he threw Cynthia out the door, he had long ceased to consider her as his daughter. Now, inviting Cynthia to come back for dinner on his birthday was just an excuse to smooth things over with her.
He wasn't simply looking to rebuild a father-daughter relationship with Cynthia but had discovered Cynthia's value. Today, while attending social engagements, he inadvertently overheard rumors about Cynthia. Rumors that she was now thriving in San Heith, and more importantly, she was the mistress of some big shot. Though such a status was despicable, it at least proved Cynthia's worth.
After a long silence, Drake lifted his teacup, took a sip, and said, "I have made my decision on this matter; you can go back to your room for now." Helena obediently replied, though the lowered gaze concealed a dark emotion.