Silas’s face was knocked to the side by the slap, and for a long moment, he didn’t react.
Ever since he became an adult, no one had dared lay a hand on his face.
So Mr. Crowe, who had just been slapped head-on, sat there on the sofa, stunned.
Elena’s chest rose and fell sharply.
She stared at him, her pale face filled with humiliation after being so deeply insulted.
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
Only when Silas, with a bright red handprint on his face, slowly turned back and shot her a dark look did Elena grit her teeth and take a step back.
“I really can’t handle this job,” she said to him. “Mr. Crowe should find someone else as soon as possible.”
After saying that, she didn’t look at his grim expression again. She turned and walked out.
Silas remained seated where he
