Chapter 144.

Her father knelt down, grasping Sandra's legs, and begged, "Please, Sandra, forgive me."

But she scoffed, "I only beg when I'm wrong, and I'm not the one who made a mistake here." He pleaded, "Let's start all over again, Sandra. Let's fix this."

But Sandra shook her head, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think it's that simple? Can I go back to being a baby and crawl again? Can you go back in time and be there for my birthday, which you missed?"

Her father shook his head, defeated. "I know it's hard, but let it go. Let's start fresh," he begged once more.

Sandra's response was a bitter laugh. "You're lucky I'm your daughter," she said, her words dripping with pain and resentment.

Sandra's words cut deep, her pain and anger palpable. She continued, her voice laced with bitterness: "I would have thrown you out, but I'm stuck with you. I used to see other kids spending quality time with their fathers, learning valuable life lessons, but you... you were too busy chasing power