Charlotte shook her head, "I should hate you for being so cruel, so arbitrary in robbing him of his sight, but I also know that no one could have forced him if he hadn't agreed. I think he definitely wouldn't want this to cause a rift between us, between father and daughter. He, he definitely wouldn't want me to hate you."
"Before he left, he did say that he never wanted you to find out about it because he didn't want you to hate me," Louis Rockefeller said lovingly as he patted his daughter's shoulder.
Charlotte lifted her head, "But the news came from here, right? Dad, why didn't you stop it? Is a gentleman's promise really more important than a person's sight?"
"It is very important," Louis Rockefeller gave a disappointing answer without hesitation.
"Who is the person in the hospital to you?" Apart from this, she really had no other way to believe that her father would take away a person's sight just for the sake of a promise.
Yet—
"I don't know him."
