Lilith was feeling triumphant, but her mood quickly soured. "Dad!"

Mason responded casually, "Alright."

With a careless gesture, he let go of Lilith's hand.

Whether it was her father's failure to catch her properly or not, Lilith unexpectedly fell straight to the ground. The leg that had undergone surgery made a snapping sound as it broke again, and the friction burned the skin on her arm with the ground. It tore open, leaving a large, bloody mess.

Lilith winced in pain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her father scooped her up into his arms in a panic.

Mason lowered his gaze, his tone cold. "I have some matters to attend to at the company. I'll be leaving."

The elevator doors opened, and he exited without a second glance.

Ava hurriedly followed.

From behind, Lilith pouted, "Mr. Mason… Mr. Mason!"

Eric, holding her in his arms, sighed softly.

"Sweetheart, have we gone too far? Setting up Mrs. Zoe and having your mother confront the young lady... What if Mr. Mason