Hello, Mr. Brent

"Mr. Brent, you come back just in time. We are just about to send Emily home." Joyce looked at Franklin and quickly greeted him.

After looking at Emily for a few seconds, Franklin suddenly rolled up the window and said to Jason coldly, "Go home."

Jason was stunned for a moment and immediately understood. He quickly started the car and drove in.

"Ah, Mr. Brent, why do you leave?” Joyce shouted when she saw Franklin's car driving in.

Emily did not expect Franklin to leave even without looking at her. Being aggrieved and upset, she shouted to Joyce, "Joyce, stop calling him."

Joyce asked nervously, "Emily, is Franklin angry?"

“Leave him alone and help me in!" Emily said gloomily.

Joyce was about to push Emily in, but Sebastian stopped her.

"Emily, don't go in. Look at his attitude. He's so arrogant. Why are you going back when he ignores you like this? Come with us. I... Joyce and I will take care of you," Sebastian said.

"Thank you, Sebastian. There's no need. Please take me home. And please accompany Joyce and send her home later,” Emily said in a low voice.

Sebastian gritted his teeth and unwillingly let go of his hands.

Joyce looked at him and sighed, pushing Emily in.

The butler and servants were also shocked when they saw Emily, but no one dared to ask what was going on.

Emily told Joyce and Sebastian to go home. After they left, she asked a servant to push her upstairs.

Franklin wasn't in the bedroom, and Emily was relieved but a little upset. She asked the servant to pour the water into the bath and let the servant out.

"Madam, let me stay and help you! It will be not convenient for you to take a bath alone due to your leg.”

"Thank you. No need. My wounds are healed and my leg is okay. I will keep my leg from the water." Emily thanked the servant and let her out. Seeing how insistent she was, the servant had to leave and walk out. Emily held the sink and stood up with one leg. She looked at her face. Half of her face was covered in ink, and she could hardly see her original appearance.

She thought of how ferocious Lily was when she splashed ink on her face. What kind of hatred did she have towards her so that she did this to her.

She kept washing her face with warm water, and soon the water in the pool turned black. The ink on her face was gradually washed away, and her fair and smooth skin was revealed again.

But there was still ink in her hair, so she had to wash her hair.

She had no choice but to untie her hair and was about to take off her clothes to stand under the shower.

However, just as she was unbuttoning, the bathroom door was opened and Franklin walked in. Arms crossed, he looked at her coldly, without a trace of warmth.

Emily turned around and frowned, "What are you doing here? Are you laughing at me?"

"What did I tell you?" Franklin asked coldly.

Emily thought of when he was at the door, he asked Jason to drive away without talking to her, and even without looking at her. With pent-up grievances, she immediately snorted and said, "You've said a lot to me. I can't remember what you said.”

"Should I remind you?" Franklin said coldly.

Emily pursed her lips, and her body shook. After all, standing with only one leg was tiring. She could not stand for a long time. So she had no choice but to sit down in the wheelchair before Franklin spoke. Who knew how long he would say.

"I've told you not to go out these days and stay at home to recuperate. You don't listen to me. So are you happy to be back like this? Fortunately, it's not sulfuric acid. Otherwise, your not pretty face will be uglier in the future.”

Emily gritted her teeth in anger and said coldly, "You're hypocritical. Who did this to me? If you hadn't handled Lily's affairs properly, how could I have been splashed with ink by her? No wonder you don't let me out. You are afraid that Lily will make trouble for me! Is it because of this that I have to hide at home for the rest of my life?"

"So do you think it's I who cause you troubles?" Franklin's eyes darkened.

Emily looked at him and felt a little guilty. She knew it had nothing to do with him, but...

"Of course, who else could it be?"

But when people were impulsive, they couldn't control their rationality. When people were quarreling with others, they naturally hit others’ soft spots hard. They would do it as hard as possible, even though they may hurt themselves as well.

Sure enough, Franklin was trembling with anger and he looked at her with an increasingly gloomy expression, as if he could not bear the urge to hit her.

Emily looked disdainful, but in her mind, she was afraid that Franklin would really hit her. She was no match for him now.

She didn't know if Franklin would hit women, but seeing that he didn't care about his mother, who knew if he was that kind of bastard who didn't respect women.

"Emily, you idiot.” Franklin walked over with a sullen face and pinched her chin.

Emily was even more frightened, and she finally couldn't control her expressions. She couldn't help but ask in panic, "What do you want? Do you want to hit me?"

Franklin sneered and suddenly turned to leave. When he came back, he had a black pen in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked in horror.

Franklin held her head and scribbled on her face with the black pen. The tip of the pen was soft and it wouldn't hurt the skin. But there was still an itchy feeling, and most importantly, she didn't know what he had drawn, so she started screaming in fear.

The servants downstairs heard her, but no one dared to come up to save her because of Franklin's power.

Though Emily was shouting, Franklin finished his work.

He threw the black pen away, twisted Emily's face, scolded her the idiot, and left.

Emily shivered with anger. She calmed down and stood up by holding the wheelchair. When she looked in the mirror, she almost fainted. That bastard Franklin drew a turtle on her face and wrote five words, "Emily is a fool."

"Franklin, you bastard.” Emily rubbed her face hard with anger as she washed her face fiercely, and her face turned red.

After leaving the bedroom, Franklin went straight back to the study and called Jason to come in.

As soon as Jason entered, a teacup flew to him.

Jason was so scared that he quickly bent down to avoid it. When he saw Franklin's gloomy eyes, he could not help but ask awkwardly, "Mr. Brent, what's wrong? What happened?”

"Why did Lily do something like this?" Franklin asked coldly.

When Jason heard this, he quickly answered, "It was settled before. I don't know why she suddenly did this. I've already sent someone to investigate. It must be that someone had said something to her which made her become so reckless.”

"Find out immediately who had said something to her and let her do that to Emily,” Franklin said coldly.

Jason nodded and went to investigate quickly.