Aisha's POV.

"Father, what are we going to do now?"

I looked anxiously at the man who was sitting on the leather couch in the study without anger, even though my father was always not as close to us as my mother since I was a child, I knew that he must have taken his responsibility silently, but this time, I seemed to have messed things up.

"You're really bold, you dare to use this method?"

"I...I just wanted to hold on tighter, after all...after all, I don't know when he'll suddenly go."

"Then you can't use this kind of tactics either!" Said, he slammed the information in his hand...