"Young Master Grant, why did you hit me!"
Faye Sheffield clutched her face, looking at Leona Grant with teary eyes as she shouted, refusing to give up, "Everything I said is true! If you don't believe me, you can investigate it! Just check if that bitch Annabelle Linton has ever done anything to wrong you! You'll know once you look into it!"
SLAP! SLAP!
Two more slaps landed.
Faye Sheffield's face was knocked askew, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The doctors and nurses walking up and down the hallway didn't even dare to look in their direction.
Chase glanced at Faye Sheffield, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into his head.
'I've really never met such a stupid woman in my entire life.'
'No matter how bad his wife might be, are you really the one to shout it in public like this? Some people really won't cry until they see their own coffin.'
After delivering four slaps, his own hand was starting to ache.
