Bert raised an eyebrow at Channing.
"So it seems President Channing is here to plead for leniency."
Then his tone abruptly shifted, turning cold and unyielding.
"But shouldn't this kind of plea be made by the person involved herself, if there's to be any sincerity at all?"
Bert's opening remark left Channing completely speechless. He stood there stiffly, his aging face flushing and paling in turns, the embarrassment written all over him.
To be fair, it wasn't that Bert was deliberately cornering Channing—he was simply stating the truth. If one was going to beg for mercy, shouldn't the person who had committed the wrongdoing come in person? As a father, was Channing really going to take her place in something like this?
No wonder Lucca had grown up so ill-mannered. If word of this got out, no one would side with Channing. His daughter had made a serious mistake, yet it was the father who came to plead on her behalf.
