Chapter 4

Back then, I was all about flashy clothes. If something didn't catch my eye, I'd just toss it in the closet and forget about it.

My dad didn't mince words with Jemma at all, not even trying to spare her feelings.

Vicente, who'd been gritting his teeth and toughing it out for ages, finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

He said, "Mr. Barker, maybe you're mistaken. There are so many clothes, I might've given her something that looks just like it."

His voice was shaky. Clearly, my dad had hit him hard with that punch.

"Vicente, are you questioning…