"My father... I truly don't know how he turned out this way, getting involved with gambling. Once someone gets into gambling, it's over, isn't it?" As she spoke, Livia began to cry, feeling utterly helpless.

Lilah glanced at Gerard.

He responded calmly, "It's okay, we'll go with you to meet him."

Livia quickly stood up to refuse, “That's too much trouble for you. At worst, I'll just tell him I have no money...

"It's fine." Gerard's voice was calm, yet carried an unspoken pressure.

The three of them soon arrived at the agreed-upon location, a secluded city park.

By now, it was late, and the surroundings were shrouded in fog, giving the place an ominous feel.

From a distance, Livia immediately recognized her father, Jameson, who was sitting casually on a park bench, occasionally standing up to look around, clearly growing impatient.

Livia got out of the car first, saying she wanted to try persuading Jameson one last time.

Lilah watched her from the passenger seat.

As soon as Jameson saw Livia, he stood up abruptly. But before they could exchange more than a few words, Jameson slapped Livia across the face. Seeing this, Lilah and Gerard couldn't just sit there.

"You ungrateful girl, daring to trick your father. Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?" Jameson spoke coldly, hostility emanating from him. His eyes flicked to Gerard and Lilah, suddenly brightening.

"Nephew, niece, oh, you've come along as well. Surely you know I'm in financial trouble. I don't expect you to give me tens of millions, but a couple of grand would satisfy me."

"Rest assured, if you give me this money, I won't squander it.

I'll find a way to start a company and return to the pinnacle of my career.

Who knows, I might even share some profits with you, " Jameson said with a smile.

It had been a long time since she last saw him, and Lilah felt that he was like a different person. Back then, although Jameson's character wasn't great and he coveted the Harris family's wealth, at least he was neat and not repulsive.

But the man today seemed as if he had fallen on hard times and looks like he's been through a lot. He was not only gaunt and unkempt, but also carried a peculiar odor, a mix of tobacco and sweat.

"Stop dreaming. That's impossible!" Livia snapped angrily.

Jameson was instantly infuriated, glaring at his daughter. "You ungrateful child, always turning against your own family. I shouldn't have had you!"

Livia burst into tears, overwhelmed with sadness.

“Waylon, please, Gerard said calmly. “Let me take you to a good place. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Jameson took a wary step back, "I don't believe you. I just want the money."

"You don't have a choice, " Gerard replied with a faint smile.