Tristan Lowell was finally thoroughly enraged.
He leapt up from the sofa, picked up the porcelain cup, and hurled it at Cora Lowell.
"Crash!"
With a loud noise, the porcelain cup smashed onto the floor beside Cora Lowell.
Tristan Lowell pointed at her, trembling all over.
"You... is this how you repay the family upbringing? Is this the kind of daughter the Lowell Family raised?! Have you fed all your sense of propriety, justice, integrity, and honor to the dogs?! Do you have any humanity left?!"
Cora Lowell didn't even blink.
She looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Ah, Dad, why did you have to expose your identity in public?"
The words seemed light but were filled with hidden meanings.
Tristan Lowell was momentarily stunned, unable to grasp the underlying implication.
All he felt was being belittled, his anger burning even hotter in his chest.
