If it had been a long time since she got out of prison, then this couple, Bentley, or any of her family members, wouldn't have taken the initiative to visit her. 

And today, late at night they came to see her, entering the door not to recall memories, but to scold... It turned out that because Arwood caught her at the Paradise Club, they were looking for intelligence to investigate her. 


"Ashley, quickly tell your father, those things are all misunderstandings, there is a hidden meaning behind it, quickly explain clearly to your father, don't make your father angry."

Mrs. Ezra anxiously held Ashley's arm, constantly advising Ashley.

The hand that was hanging down near Ashley's body, trying to dig deep into her flesh, the warm and gentle woman beside her was her mother. Her mother was helping her "speak".


But with every word, Ashley only felt her heart like ashes.

Mr. Fletcher was beside her, his expression cold, waiting for Ashley to explain.


This couple came today, was it to wait for her to explain?…. Ashley lowered her head, and suddenly a strange laughter rang out, accompanied by a bit of anger and suffocating pain.

"Ashley, what's wrong with you, don't scare your mother." Mrs. Ezra stood very close to Ashley, that laughter, strange to the point of surprising others, Mrs. Ezra's heart was a bit scared and trembling.

 "No misunderstanding, no hidden meaning, I work at Paradise Club, what do you want me to explain to him?

Explain that for money, I used to kneel in front of customers, crawl on the ground, and wag my tail like a dog.

Or explain that for money, I was hugged by men and let them touch and kiss me?

Or explain that for money, I lay on men's beds, using her body to flatter..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a heavy slap landed on her face, causing Ashley to fall to the ground. Mr. Fletcher was so angry that his whole body trembled, his eyes were cold, staring at the woman who fell to the ground: "You sinner. You sinner. How could I have given birth to a sinner like you? After getting out of prison, you didn't know how to change, didn't know how to be a good person. And you became a prostitute.

Suddenly for money, you ran to Paradise Club, doing such shameless things."

Don't know how to change.  Don't know how to be a good person.

Ashley smiled, on her face that had just been beaten, there were five clear fingerprints, she felt a little numb: "According to what you said, how should I be a good person, how should I change?"

"Then you should go to the convenience store to be a waitress, rather than lower yourself to be a prostitute."

Mr. Fletcher said this. His eyes looked at Ashley as if looking at an enemy. Mrs. Ezra bent down, helping the woman who was falling on the ground up, Ashley did not refuse, she slowly raised her head, she also did not deliberately hide her injured throat anymore.

To hide that rough and uncomfortable throat, she squeezed her throat to speak, the pain was so great that she did not want to open her mouth anymore, and she also did not want her biological parents to hear that uncomfortable voice.

But, at that moment, she felt that she was too stupid. Today, they came to teach her a lesson, to scold her, so could they care about her throat?  They don't even care about her, who is still alive and well, so how can they care about her broken throat?

"Mr. Fletcher, you speak so well, why didn't you come to help me when I got out of prison? Looking at my face, you must have forgotten that the Jian family no longer has Ashley, I am a prisoner who has been to prison, I have no past, no relatives, no background.

A person like me, do you think that when I get out of prison, which convenience store will agree to accept me as their employee?

If I didn't go to Club Paradise, I would be hungry, I would have to sleep on the street. So where were you at that time?"

 Mrs. Ezra was the closest to Ashley, the moment Ashley raised her head, fear was evident in her eyes, she let go of the hands that were tightly holding Ashley's arms, she was so scared that she fell to the ground: "My child, your face..."

She pointed at Ashley's face, then thought of Ashley's voice: "Your throat..."

This was not her Ashley.

This was not her daughter.

Her daughter was the most arrogant and confident rose in this coastal city.

"Who are you?"

She appeared indifferent, but her eyes showed extreme pain... The people who could hurt her the most were usually the ones closest to her. Ashley chuckled, this pair was really interesting, one asked why she had to live such a despicable life. The other was even worse, directly asking, who was she.

A look of fatigue spread throughout her body.

However, this battle was not over yet.

Mr. Fletcher was so shocked by Ashley's words that his face turned pale. For a moment he felt guilty, but he still firmly asked Ashley: "Change to another job. Don't do such a mean job again. It's a shame."

His eyes glanced at the piles of money on the table, that small feeling of guilt immediately disappeared without a trace.

'These dirty bills. You still keep them to spend, aren't you ashamed?" Looking at the pile of money, thinking about the origin of the money, Mr. Fletcher was furious, like a raging fire rushing forward.

'Whoosh" a sound, his big hand tightly grasped the bills, 'Dirty money. This dirty money. If you don't need it, throw it away." With those words, Mr. Fletcher angrily tore the bills.

Ashley's eyes widened, and she suddenly stood up, rushing towards Mr. Fletcher: 'This is my stuff. What right do you have to tear my stuff?"

'Get your hands off. Get your hands off."

 But it was too late, the bills in Mr. Fletcher's hand had already turned into small pieces, and his eyes looked at the table, Ashley followed his gaze, immediately understood, and hurriedly ran to protect the remaining money, Mr. Fletcher was faster than her, the bills turned into small pieces flying into the air, then gently fell like rain, Ashley opened her eyes wide... This was the most precious rain of money she had ever seen. 

In this rain of money, she froze, those shaking things were not bills, but her dream. It was her and Lorne's dream. 

It seemed that she could see, the wooden planks in the dream of City A were built with money, it was the wooden hearts that were difficult to stack, with a loud bang, in front of her, they collapsed, and she could only open her eyes wide, unable to do anything. 

"These dirty coins. Destroy everything." 

Mr. Fletcher said coldly. 

 Ashley lowered her head, after a long while, she trembled and asked: "Based on what... what do you rely on?"

And destroyed my and Lorne's dream of City A.

What does he rely on to easily destroy what others have worked hard to achieve?

Did he say dirty?

Said these coins are dirty?

She didn't open her legs to let others in, she didn't take off her clothes to sell her body... She sold her dignity, she sold her soul, in exchange for money... Her biological father, what does he base on to say she is dirty? Saying these coins are dirty?

At first, he didn't understand anything.

You said these coins are dirty, so how can you destroy them so easily?

Mr. Fletcher felt that Ashley was strange, and frowned: "You still want to save face?

These dirty coins, you still use them so casually."

"Are you still laughing? Do you still have any shame? How can you still laugh?"

"No."  Ashley suddenly said, her voice hoarse, angry: 'I don't need a face. I'm not ashamed. I'm exactly the prostitute you said."

Mr. Fletcher was angry, and slapped Ashley again: 'You sinner! You sinner! Sinful, despicable. I tell you, quickly change to another job, that despicable place, don't go there anymore. Don't embarrass me anymore."

Ashley silently looked at the middle-aged man in front of her… This was her biological father.

Three years ago, he abandoned her and only cared about his family, if that was true, this matter could still be forgiven.

Then what about three years later? As a father, what did he do?

'Mr. Fletcher, do you remember the day I got out of prison?" She asked indifferently.