A man walked into the room again. Stephen Lynch looked at his daughter and said to Mrs. Lynch with a gloomy face, "You go out first."
"Stephen, what are you planning to do? She’s our daughter, you can’t harm her. I’ll go talk to the Quinn Family. After all, I’m the old man’s daughter too, I’ll go back to my family to demand an explanation. You can’t harm my daughter," Mrs. Lynch said, shielding Wendy Lynch behind her.
"Madam, how could I do anything to our daughter? You go out first; I have a few words to say to her," said Stephen Lynch.
Mrs. Lynch looked suspiciously at her husband, stood up, and walked out, closing the room door behind her.
"Dad," Wendy Lynch mumbled, a hint of gloominess in her eyes, looking pitiful with her head down, stirring sympathy.
But Stephen Lynch walked over and gave her a hard slap, leaving a vivid mark of his five fingers.
"Dad, why are you hitting ?" Wendy Lynch cried more heartbrokenly and despairingly, covering her face with one hand.
Yet, all her expressions in Stephen Lynch’s eyes seed to an sothing else entirely. His face looked terrible to the extre. "Wendy Lynch, don’t think I don’t know about your little sches. I’m warning you, withdraw all your thoughts into your stomach, otherwise, you can get out of the Lynch family. We don’t have a disgraceful daughter like you in the Lynch family."
"Dad, what are you talking about, Dad? I don’t understand what you an. I’m the one who got hurt today. You should be blaming the Quinn Family. I am your daughter. Are you really going to allow Jared Quinn to bully your daughter like this?"
"Shut up," Stephen Lynch slapped her again. "You disgraceful thing, do you think I don’t know what kind of wicked idea you’re playing with? Since the first ti I took you to the Quinn Family, you’ve been secretly eyeing Jared Quinn. In these twenty years, was there ever a visit to the Quinn Family where you weren’t trying every way to get close to Jared Quinn? Did you ever regard him as your cousin?
Now you’re seriously targeting Jared Quinn. Are you dissatisfied that the shares I control in the Quinn Family haven’t been taken back by them, to dare to do such things? Do you even know what sha is?"
Wendy Lynch’s fingers dug deep into her palms, drawing blood and pain, her face bitterly twisted as she lowered her head, but her voice was still tender and pitiful, "Dad, I don’t know why you’re hitting , but I really didn’t do it. It was Jared Quinn who dragged into the room. Clearly, I am your daughter, yet you only believe an outsider, and not .
Dad, if you think having a daughter like is your sha, do you want to die right here in front of you to prove my innocence? To make you believe your daughter isn’t as awful as you say?"
"You—" Stephen Lynch glared at Wendy Lynch. "It seems I can no longer control you. Wendy Lynch, I warn you if you dare to do anything again, the Lynch family will have no more relation with you. If you still know that I’m your father, you’ll pack your things and get out of the country at once. Don’t co back for a few years until this matter is over."
The bedroom door was slamd with great force. Wendy Lynch got up from the ground and looked at her right cheek, swollen high in the mirror, suddenly laughed, laughed sowhat wildly and ferociously, which stood in stark contrast to her previous deanor.
She took out a photo from a secret compartnt and laughed foolishly at it,
PS: This baby updated ten thousand words today, for sure. Asking for monthly votes~ asking for kisses, hugs, lift up high (>^ω^
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