"Jenson, thank you so much." Mr. Byrd was exhausted.
"Why are you thanking him? Why are you thanking them?" Lizbeth's ferocious face, along with her swollen face, looked particularly strange. "You are all wronged Arthur. I don't want to see you. Get out of here!"
She pointed at Jenson and Mr. Byrd, looking mad.
"Lizbeth!" Mr. Byrd increased his voice and felt tired in his heart.
Ever since her mother passed away, he had been obedient to her and was afraid of leaving a shadow on her. But how did she... end up like this?
"Why are you calling me? I told you to get lost!" Lizbeth shouted at the top of her voice.
"Uncle." Jenson turned to Mr. Byrd and said, "You can go back first. I'll take care of Lizbeth here."
Seeing that Mr. Byrd didn't want to leave, he added, "Believe me, I won't l
