Chapter 245: 124: Viola directly teaches how to be a person, slapping face! _7
Translator: 549690339
Elizabeth Thompson sighed again.
Standing beside the beauty, with his head dizzy from happiness, Trevor Sherman couldn’t notice Elizabeth’s abnormal state at the mont.
In the front hall.
Joyce cried as she left the Price Family’s house.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.
Crying all the way ho.
Joyce’s parents, seeing their daughter bullied like this, were furious and imdiately called the Price Family.
Joyce had gone there to wish Diana Hershey a happy birthday.
But now, she had been treated like this.
Diana had already explained the course of events to her parents in advance and had the surveillance footage at the scene.
The Price Family’s parents were not easy to provoke either, so they imdiately sent the surveillance video to Marshall.
It was Joyce who started the trouble first. Diana had tried to stop her during the incident, but not only did Joyce not appreciate it, she even intensified her actions.
Who else could be blad?
Moreover, it wasn’t Viola Thompson and Diana Hershey who forced Joyce to perform the striptease, it was the other wealthy and influential youths.
These people were either high-ranking officials or business tycoons.
The Sumr family couldn’t afford to provoke any of them.
Marshall watched the video, and then slapped Joyce in the face, “You disgraceful thing! I don’t have a daughter like you! Cry! Do you have any sha left?! ”
Marshall was so angry that he used a lot of force, and with one slap knocked Joyce to the ground.
Cornelia imdiately helped her daughter up, “Marshall! What are you doing? The child has suffered such a grievance, even if you don’t support her, you shouldn’t beat her now! Are you even a father?!”
“Spoil her! Yes, keep spoiling her!” Marshall was so angry that his head ached, “Look at what she’s beco now!”
Joyce lay on Cornelia’s body, weeping uncontrollably.
So humiliating.
It was too humiliating.
Every ti she thought of that humiliating scene, Joyce couldn’t help but want to die.
She actually lost to a country bumpkin.
She never thought…
Marshall pointed at the computer screen and said, “The Price Family has sent the video over, you watch it yourself!”
Cornelia went over and took a look, her face turning slightly pale.
She originally thought Joyce was the one who was being bullied.
Who would have thought…
Marshall continued, “I’ve told you long ago that there’s always soone better than you out there, Don’t be so arrogant! When have you ever listened to my words?”
Cornelia sighed, “Alright, alright. What’s the point of saying so much now that it’s happened? What’s the background of this girl nad Thompson?” Marshall irritably lit a cigarette.
Joyce sobbed, “She, she’s the Thompson Clan’s adopted daughter.” Cornelia frowned slightly, “The one kicked out by the Thompson Clan?” “Yes.
Hearing this, Cornelia also beca sowhat angry, pressing Joyce’s head, “I’ve spent so much money on you, and you can’t even beat a country bumpkin! Aren’t you ashad?!”
Joyce just continued to cry.
Cornelia looked at Marshall, “How do you plan to deal with it?”
No matter who was right or wrong, Joyce was the one who had been wronged.
They couldn’t do anything to the Price family or the others.
But what about Viola Thompson?
Viola Thompson had no background or influence. To teach her a lesson would be as simple as crushing a small ant.
Marshall frowned, “How will the Lentz Clan handle it?”
Although Viola was from the rural areas, there was still the Lentz Clan behind her.
She was also the Lentz Clan’s future daughter-in-law.
Cornelia sneered, “Do you really think the Lentz Clan would accept a country bumpkin?”
Absolutely impossible!
In other words, even if the Lentz Clan backed Viola, so what?
The Lentz Clan wasn’t a prominent family.
Terrence Lentz was just a good-for-nothing.
The Sumr family didn’t need to fear the Lentz Clan.
Marshall looked at Joyce, and when he saw the clear handprints on her face, he felt a little heartache, then said, “Alright, don’t cry anymore, Dad will take care of this matter for you.”How his daughter was humiliated, he would return it tenfold!
His daughter, Marshall, was never soone to be easily bullied.
He will make Viola pay the price.
Hearing this, Joyce’s eyes brightened in an instant, “Thanks, Dad.”
She must ruin Viola’s reputation.
Make her the laughingstock of all!
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
Although the weather in River City had always been warm like spring, winter had arrived, and the north was covered in ice and snow.
It was almost winter break.
This was also the last winter break for high school seniors.
With urgent study tasks, almost every student at North Bridge High School was in a hurry, except for Viola, who still got up early every day to finish her howork without panicking and often daydread in class, even taking naps openly.
Yet she still managed to top the monthly exams, making others jealous and envious.
After school in the evening.
Fiona Knight, Diana Hershey, and Viola Thompson walked side by side,
chatting while walking.
Fiona Knight said, “Viola, I’ve always been curious about one thing.” “What is it?” Viola asked.
Fiona Knight continued, “Why does cutting one’s wrist lead to death by bleeding, while cutting off an arm directly doesn’t result in death from excessive blood loss?”
This question had been bothering Fiona for a long ti.
But there were no dical professionals around her, so she had never figured it out.
Upon hearing this, Diana Hershey said, “I’ve always been curious about this too.”
In TV shows, heroes could have one arm chopped off and not die, only fainting.
But so people would die from cutting their wrists.
Viola explained, “The human body has a self-defense function. If you cut off your arm directly, the self-protection chanism is triggered, and the major artery will automatically retract, so it won’t cause death from excessive blood loss. But cutting your wrist is different. The cuts are shallower, and they won’t trigger the body’s self-defense function. The blood from the wounds will keep flowing until the body reaches its limit, then life signs will cease.”
Fiona Knight nodded, “So that’s how it is.”
Diana Hershey exclaid how much she had just learned.
Fiona continued, “Viola, where did you learn your dical skills?”
Viola replied, “From an old man in our village.”
“It seems like everyone in your village is so amazing!” Diana chid in, have to go visit your village soti.”
Fiona laughed, “ too.”
“You’re welco anyti.” Viola also wanted to go back and visit, and added, “After the College Entrance Exam then?”
As they continued walking and chatting, the three of them arrived at the Food City near their school.
The school cafeteria’s food all tasted the sa.
At this ti, the Food City was crowded with students who had just finished school. The sll of food mixed with the noisy atmosphere might be loud, but it sohow lifted everyone’s spirits.
“Viola, Diana, let’s go eat Claypot Noodles? It’s been so long since we’ve had clay pot noodles.” Fiona suggested.
Viola nodded, “Sure.’
Diana also happily agreed.
Originally, Fiona and Diana never touched such junk food, but ever since they t Viola, their world had opened up to new experiences.
Especially Diana.
She had completely let herself go.
The three of them sat down at the Claypot Noodles booth.
After having dinner, they went around so shops nearby before heading their separate ways.
At 7:30 in the evening.
Dusk was gradually descending.
Viola was riding a shared bicycle, with the night casting a long shadow of her figure.
Suddenly, she sensed sothing amiss.
Screech!
The sound of brakes filled the air.
She turned the bike sharply, making a beautiful drift. She steadied herself on one foot while the bicycle ca to a standstill.
She looked like a cool Boss.
In a mont, Viola lifted her hand to brush off a lock of hair from her forehead, her lips parted slightly, and nonchalantly said, “Co out..”
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