Violet Taylor hadn't expected her to do such a thing and was completely unguarded, so the slap landed hard on her face.
She looked at Amelia Charlie with surprise, her hand instinctively covering her face.
The burning pain on her cheek was intense, and it must be swelling up.
Her skin was very delicate; even a light pinch would leave a bruise, let alone the force from just a moment ago.
"What are you doing?"
Mr. Taylor rushed over, stood in front of Amelia Charlie, and then turned to Violet Taylor to ask, "Daisy Jade, how are you feeling? Does your face hurt? Your mother was just flustered; she didn't do it on purpose."
Not on purpose...
Ha!
Violet Taylor lowered her eyelids, rubbed her cheek, and then spoke up, "You called me back, what is it for?"
Mr. Taylor wanted to continue showing concern for his daughter, but he didn't expect her to be so cold. Suddenly, he didn't know what to say.
