"Who are you?" Gregory Winslow lifted his foot, kicked away the person clinging to his thigh, and asked with a frown.
Daisy Winslow cried even more pitifully. "Big Bro, it's me..."
Gregory Winslow stared at her face for a long time before he could finally, barely, recognize her.
His face darkened as he questioned her coldly, "What are you doing at my house? Did you come here to bully my Grace?"
Daisy Winslow was a sobbing, snotty mess as she struggled to explain.
Grace Winslow had no intention of letting her speak. She cut straight to the point, "Dad, as soon as she got here, she demanded I marry her three-hundred-pound son. When I refused, she had them try to use force. Luckily, I reacted quickly and struck first. Otherwise, you might not have seen me again."
The moment Grace said this, Gregory Winslow exploded with anger. "Is what Grace said true?"
Daisy Winslow's eyes darted away, and she couldn't get a word out.
Indeed, that had been her plan.
