"That's not deep resentment."
Henry Anderson put down his art brush. "Art is the best way to calm the mind. You create what's on your mind repeatedly, and by the end, you'll find yourself at peace."
That's how he had survived those nine years in prison...
"Then why are you writing the word 'revenge'?" Lily asked, pointing to the design on the canvas, her tone serious. "Dad, are you hiding something from me?"
"My sweet daughter." Henry took her hand and asked, "Were you happier as a child or now?"
"Of course, when I was a child," Lily answered hesitantly.
Back then, she had her father and mother, a life of wealth and comfort without any worries about food or clothing, and she had Alex, her childhood sweetheart. She lacked nothing, not even the need to think about anything.
"Yes, those were the happiest times for our family." Henry smiled with deep emotion, then picked up his brush and began drawing again.
"Dad..."