'Because, because...'
Mathilda's father found it difficult to speak.
How could he possibly say such a thing?
But if he didn't, how would Ding Ling lend him the money?
It was called a loan.
But in all likelihood, it was simply a gift.
After all, his so-called job as a bodyguard was really just freeloading on food and drink, taking full advantage of Mathilda's connections.
Mathilda's father knew this very well.
But he had been driven into a corner.
To stay alive, he could only shamelessly beg Ding Ling.
Thus, he wanted to lie.
But under Leon's presence and his daughter's piercing gaze, his body trembled slightly, and he still told the truth. After all, Ding Ling was a tycoon. What if Ding Ling stopped helping him after discovering he had deceived him? What if he fired him as a bodyguard?
He didn't believe that the sordid things he had done could be hidden from an upper-class person like Ding Ling.
"Father, you, you..."
Mathilda knew her father had certainly done plenty of disgraceful things. Otherwise, Stanfield wouldn't have come looking for him. But she truly hadn't expected her father to be so audacious as to steal from someone like Stanfield.
"I was really blinded by greed back then."
Mathilda's father wailed, tears and mucus streaming down his face. 'You know how poor my family is, Mr. Ding. To survive, I gritted my teeth and did such a thing. Afterward, I was terrified, living in fear and anxiety every day. It wasn't until I met you, Mr. Ding, that I finally calmed down a little. Otherwise, I would have spent these days trapped in nightmares, unable to escape...'
He said a great deal.
He tried his utmost to exonerate himself, repeatedly emphasizing that his family was very poor and that