As long as she could stay by his side, waiting for him at home, she would be content.
Her hand hurt, but it was nowhere near as painful as the pain of losing Mark.
Madison Barton was on the verge of collapse, not wanting him to leave and even more unwilling to stay alone in a place without him.
Take her away!
She wanted to leave with him.
The lock on the door turned, and her heart tightened. She pulled back her swollen and red hand, hiding it behind her back, and fixed her gaze on the door with a mix of timidity and anticipation.
Her father's furious face appeared behind the door.
Madison Barton looked at him timidly and said in a low voice, "Dad, let me go. I want to leave with Mark."
"Slap!"
Father Barton, still in a rage, added fuel to the fire and lost control, slapping her across the face.
Even his palm burned with pain.
His daughter was hopeless, so utterly devoted to that man, foolish to the point where he almost didn't want to acknowledge her as his daughter.
