That year, Howard went mad. He wandered the streets, scouring every corner of the city trying to catch a trace of me.First, he went to my parents’ house, but they had moved away half a year ago. When the neighbors saw him hammering on the door while reeking of alcohol, they assumed he was just a lunatic and refused to tell him where my family had gone.Next, he went to my old workplace. My former colleagues, who used to bow and scrape before him, now treated him like the plague.The receptionist stopped him and stated, “Riley? She quit long ago, and nobody knows where she went.”Refusing to give up, he begged my former manager for help.That manager had once accepted a two thousand-dollar gift card from him, but now he slammed his mug onto the desk and pointed right at Howard’s nose, cursing, “Howard York, how dare you show up here? You drove your own daughter to her death for your mistress, and now you’re trying to track Riley down? Let me tell you something. Even if I knew, I w
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