"Teach him a lesson?" Evelyn snorted. "You call that a lesson? Mr. Everett, maybe you should take a closer look at what your so-called 'lesson' really means."
Narrowing her eyes, she gently brushed aside the messy bangs covering Julian's forehead.
There was no way Julian could walk into this situation today with a bandage on, so he let his hair hide the band-aid on the fresh cut.
He didn't move a muscle as Evelyn approached and exposed the wound.
When Bernard saw the injury, a flicker of guilt flashed across his face. Clearly, he regretted losing control the night before.
Evelyn let out a sneer. "And the bruises on his back? Honestly, I've never seen a father go full force on his own kid like that. I'm not exactly a daddy's girl at the Knight household either, but as trash
