Hearing her father's words, Mo Qingshui neither cried nor felt surprised. To her, this was perfectly normal. Her father was just that kind of person; as long as he could secure the Mo Family's position, he would abandon anything—even her, his own daughter.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Qingshui found herself surprisingly calm. With her heart dead, some things just didn't matter anymore.
She looked at the man before her, the man who should have been her closest kin. Yet, because of a single glance from Wan Tai, he had completely disregarded her feelings. Mo Qingshui took a deep breath and spoke calmly.
"Fine. From this day forward, I, Mo Qingshui, will leave the Mo Family. My future actions will have absolutely no connection to the Mo Family."
Hearing Mo Qingshui's words, Patriarch Mo's gaze turned cold and severe. It was hardly the look a father should give his daughter.
