"Bro." Wyatt Lewis wanted to stop Waylon Lewis, but Waylon ignored him, leaving with a cloud of low pressure.
Hope Williams handed over the task in her hand to the family doctor, "You handle the wounds at ho, I’ll check on Aria."
Wyatt Lewis nodded solemnly, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
The Richardson family.
Aria Richardson was brought ho by Miac Richardson, and as soon as they reached the doorway, she saw the servants organizing a large number of packages marked with brand store logos on the vacant land at the entrance.
Miac Richardson walked over with a completely gloomy face, "What are all these things?"
"These just arrived from a courier, said to be clothes the eldest miss bought at the mall."
Thinking of the video Alexander Knox showed at the Knox Family’s place, Miac Richardson glared fiercely at Aria, "Was that Young Master Lewis using these to lure you in?"
Aria didn’t know what got into Miac Richardson, "What do you an Wyatt used these to lure in?"
"You’re still arguing? Did you do sothing against Alexander first? And then, thinking you’d climbed up to Wyatt, you dumped Alexander?"
Miac Richardson’s voice was full of anger, as if Aria had done sothing terribly shaful that brought disgrace to him.
Isla Sue couldn’t listen any longer and stood in front of Aria, facing Miac Richardson.
"Miac Richardson, do you not know your own daughter? Just because of a few words, you make such assumptions about her. If she really wanted to cling to Wyatt, Mrs. Lewis has ntioned multiple tis to let them just get married, Aria could have agreed any ti, why put herself in such a difficult position?"
Miac Richardson, "You saw the video yourself clearly, if she has nothing indecent with Wyatt, why is he willing to spend money on her?
It’s all because you raised her like this, doing disgraceful things day by day." Miac Richardson’s forehead veins bulged with anger.
Aria stepped directly in front of Miac Richardson, her eyes filled with anger, she questioned back, "What video? What indecent relationship? What disgraceful thing have I done? Make yourself clear."
Miac Richardson pointed to the piles of clothes in front of them, "You still feel wronged, huh? Then tell , weren’t these clothes paid for by Wyatt?"
"Yes."
Those were the clothes Hope wanted to buy for her at the mall yesterday, but Wyatt had given his card to the sales associate and dragged her away.
Miac Richardson snorted angrily, "It’s good you’ve admitted, Aria, I’m telling you, you are not to et with Wyatt again, you must cut off all ties with him. As for these clothes, fetch so alcohol and a lighter."
Aria’s eyes widened, "What are you going to do?"
"You need a lesson; otherwise, you’ll never learn." Saying so, Miac Richardson took the alcohol and lighter handed over by a servant.
"No."
Aria grabbed Miac Richardson’s hand forcefully, explaining desperately.
"There’s nothing between and Wyatt, and I’ve never done anything inappropriate. These clothes were originally intended as a gift from Hope. Things are not how you say they are. Why do you never believe ? Am I really your daughter?"
"Slap."
Aria was unexpectedly slapped, hitting the ground hard, a buzzing sound filled her ears.
"Miac Richardson! What are you doing!" Isla Sue scread anxiously, rushing over to shield Aria.
Miac Richardson’s hand trembled, there was a mont of regret the mont the slap landed, but ultimately he did not hesitate, taking the alcohol and pouring it on the dry boxes.
"Miac Richardson, enough, how far are you going to push your daughter before you’re satisfied?" Isla Sue quickly stopped him when she realized he was serious.
Yet, Miac Richardson lit the lighter without hesitation.
A wave of heat swept over, engulfing the cardboard boxes in flas instantly.
Aria covered her face, her dark pupils flickering with the fiery blaze, as if the dancing flas wanted to swallow her whole.
Inside, she was utterly overwheld, not because Miac Richardson wanted to burn the clothes, but because a sense of helplessness and inability to refute or be trusted shackled her completely.
When Hope arrived, she saw the scene, the sky-high blaze, and the fiery flas jumping and crackling.
Hope hurriedly got out of the car, almost tripping in her rush, but she didn’t care at this mont.
Hope jogged over and saw Isla Sue holding a crying Aria by the burning items, with Miac Richardson standing angrily nearby.
Amidst the flas, logos on the burnt boxes could be faintly seen.
"Aria?" Hope stepped forward and squatted in front of Aria.
Aria moved her black, expressionless eyes to Hope, her voice fragile and helpless, "Hope..."
Hope felt a pang of heartache, hugging Aria to comfort her, "It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here now."
"Aunt Sue, what’s going on? How did things beco like this?" Hope frowned and asked.
Isla Sue gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Miac Richardson, and said angrily, "This old fool insists Aria has sothing with your Wyatt, and adamantly wants to burn the clothes Wyatt bought for her."
Hope looked at the burning boxes and then at Miac Richardson, and quickly said, "Uncle Richardson, you’re mistaken."
"Mistaken about what?"
Hope said, "All these clothes were gifts from to Aria."
"You gifted them?" Miac Richardson snorted, still skeptical, "You don’t need to cover for her."
"Why would I lie about this?" Hope’s voice turned cold, pulling out her phone and opening the paynt notification.
Hope handed the phone to Miac Richardson, who took it skeptically and saw, indeed, a significant paynt, dated yesterday, "This?"
Although it was Wyatt’s card handed over later, Hope realized it wasn’t appropriate for Wyatt to pay, so she eventually paid, and large amounts require a personal signature.
"If you still don’t believe , you can ask the store associates." Hope helped Aria up, continuing, "Moreover, the matter of gifting Aria these clothes had nothing to do with Wyatt. Wyatt was just upset seeing Natalie Rogers deliberately bullying Aria, Lily Armstrong stirring things up, and Alexander Knox siding against Aria, which is why he took her away in anger. So, Uncle Richardson, where was Aria wrong in all this?"
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