After Takahara Kei left the living room, he went straight to the top floor of the villa.
There was a small attic there. Two bodyguards in black uniforms were guarding the door. When the two bodyguards saw him, they bowed respectfully and greeted him, "Boss."
"You may leave. I will give you three days off. You will be paid as usual," Takahara Kei said with a smile.
Although they did not know why their boss had made such a decision, the two bodyguards were smart enough not to ask. They bowed and said, "Yes, Boss!"
Then, they turned and walked down the attic and left the villa.
Takahara Kei opened the door to the attic. The room was not very big, but the furnishings were warm and cozy. It was mainly decorated in pink. There were several stuffed teddy bears, from small to extra-large ones as tall as a person. On the wall, there were posters of a certain Ri Nation singing group.
On the big bed in the middle of the room, a girl was sitting against the back of the bed. She was pouting as she cut a picture with scissors. The picture was cut into countless pieces and scattered on the floor. There was a lot of debris on the floor. Obviously, this was not the first picture she had cut.
When she saw Takahara Kei enter, the girl snorted and continued cutting the picture in her hand. It was as if she wanted to vent all her anger on cutting pictures.
"Keika."
Takahara Kei walked over with a loving expression and sat down beside her. When he got closer, he realized that the picture his daughter was cutting was of him. It was all pictures of him meeting guests and talking about business. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you hate Dad that much?"
He did not tell Takahara Keika that the man with her that night was actually the Thousand-Faced Killer, Xiao Han, who had recently made the entire Nippon Province panic. He did not want her to be afraid and traumatized.
"Of course I hate you. I hate you to death!"
Takahara Keika gritted her teeth and shouted at him, "Don't you only care about your career? Then go do your thing. Why are you here? I can't be bothered to see your fake affection and pretend to care about me. "
Takahara Kei's face was full of bitterness. He placed his hand on Takahara Keika's head and said, "How can there be a father in this world who does not care about his own daughter?"
Takahara Keika snorted and turned her head away.
Takahara Kei sighed and said, "I didn't know that my Keixiang had already grown so big. She's a beautiful young lady now."
Takahara Keika paused for a moment, then pretended to look away in disdain. "Tsk."
Looking at his daughter, Takahara Kei had mixed feelings. If it wasn't for the impending death that woke him up from his dream of a business empire, he would have forgotten that his daughter had grown so much. His impression of Takahara Keika was still that of a young girl who would sit on his shoulders and hug his head, laughing happily. He had always thought that she was still so young.
Companionship!
He spent too little time with his daughter, almost none at all. No wonder his wife complained to him during the divorce that this family was dispensable to him. He belonged to the company and the money. He couldn't understand at that time, but now, he finally understood why his daughter was so rebellious.
She wasn't being rebellious. She was just trying to attract his attention. She craved his concern and his fatherly love. However, he had never given her any fatherly love. He hadn't even spent her birthday with her for a few years.
Suddenly, he felt that he had lived in vain for the past few years. Even though he had a net worth of hundreds of billions, he had never given his family any warmth. Thinking of this, tears flowed uncontrollably from his muddy old eyes.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? You … What are you doing? "
Takahara Keika panicked, and all her pretense collapsed. She loved and admired her father, but she hated that he had never accompanied her properly. She had received an award in school and wanted to be praised by him, but all she got in return was, "Daddy is busy and has no time. I'll look at it next time."
Time and time again, she wanted to be praised by her father, but all she got was, "Dad is busy."
No matter how much she loathed Takahara Kei, deep down, she still loved her father. This was the first time she had seen her omnipotent father cry. She panicked and felt as if a knife had been twisted in her heart. Her eyes immediately turned red. "I'm sorry. I won't be willful anymore. I won't be willful anymore. Dad, please don't cry, okay? Seeing you cry, I … I feel terrible too … "
"I'm the one who should apologize."
Takahara Kei shook his head and sighed. "I was too selfish. I never looked at things from your and your mother's perspective. I never thought about what you really needed. I always took it for granted that you would be happy as long as I gave you an endless amount of money, but I forgot to spend time with you. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of you. Keika, can you forgive me?"
"Dad …"
Takahara Keika looked at the old man in front of her. Tears streamed down her face. She even wondered if her prayers had worked. God had brought back the father she was so familiar with. She couldn't care less about anything else. She hugged him tightly.
Takahara Kei patted her back gently. Two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.
…
…
The next morning, Takahara Kei opened the door to his study and saw someone sitting in front of his desk. The person's back was facing him.
He was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked calm as if he was greeting an old friend. "You're here."
The swivel chair turned around. It was a handsome young man.
His face was fair and smooth, and his eyes were dark and deep. There was a devilish smile on his lips. He looked as if he was sitting in his own home. His left hand was supporting his chin, and his right hand was on the desk. His fingers were tapping rhythmically on the desk.
It was Xiao Luo!
"You knew that I would come, but you called all the people who were protecting you away. Tell me the reason," Xiao Luo said calmly.
Takahara Kei lowered his head and smiled calmly. "Even if they were here, you could still break in and kill me. They couldn't stop you at all. I might as well tell them to get lost."
Xiao Luo stared at him for a while and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I am. Who wouldn't be afraid of death? I just want to die with dignity," Takahara Kei said.
"Dignity?"
Xiao Luo sneered. "I'm sorry, but when you participated in the research of the biochemical research base, you have no right to talk about dignity."
Takahara Kei smiled bitterly. He let out a long sigh and changed the topic.
"When I first invested in the construction of the base, Kuroda Kiyotaka told me that he was doing research that would benefit the country and the people. I didn't know that he was using living people as test subjects to conduct biochemical experiments. After I found out that they were doing such horrible things, I often suffered from insomnia. In the end, I could only fall asleep with the help of sleeping pills. Every day, I lived in deep condemnation and was interrogated by my own conscience. That hellish scene was unforgettable."
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