“Watch how you talk to me,” he said coldly.
Patricia immediately scrambled up from the floor.
Forgetting her injury, she moved closer to Daniel, saying, “Oh, honey. How can you hit him? He's still recovering. Aia, you…”
She turned to Daniel, who still held his hand to his face while blinking at his father in shock.
“Here, let me check. Does it hurt?”
Daniel's glare transferred to her. His eyes darkened when he saw the blood on her hand staining his shirt where he held her.
“I said don't touch me!” he snapped, yanking his hand away from her.
She stumbled backwards again, her back hitting Richard's table hard.
“You…”
She still reached out to hold off Richard's forward movement even as her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Daniel.
“Why do you still treat me like this? I have
