Your Love Is My Weapon

Richard was so familiar with the company and he took the elevator straight to the top floor.

Arya was dealing with a project which had been suspended but could be moved forward by Orlando and Arya's help that they had already found partners to cooperate with them. When the project was over and the funds were withdrawn, they would have money to do the project they wanted to do. She was happy that the business was getting on track and running smoothly.

She decided to call Orlando. Since she took over the company, Orlando had helped her a lot. Although he had his own purpose, she got a lot of benefits.

She had just entered the company and needed to prove her ability to convince the staff.

Orlando was busy helping out with the mess, so she decided to have dinner with him and Sunny to appreciate the man.

Just as she picked up the phone, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open. Arya paused. When seeing Richard, her expression turned cold.

She hung up the phone, "You need to speak to me?"

Richard's expression twisted. He pointed at Arya. "How can you talk to me like that?"

Arya's tone was still calm. "So how should I talk to you and can you teach me?”

Richard thumped the desk. "I'm your father, and you're my daughter. Even if you're aggrieved, you can't be disrespectful to me!"

'Aggrieved?’

'Am I only aggrieved?’

He even forced her mother to jump off the building because of Estella.

In order to save the company, he forced her to marry an old man.

She was his child. But he forced her to take the fall for Marshal.

She was bullied and abused in prison, and she couldn't even apply for bail even when she was pregnant.

She knew that was because of the Harrison Family.

She was in great pain, but where was her father when she almost died?

During that four years, he didn't even visit her.

He didn't know how she managed to survive.

"From the moment you sent me into jail, you were not my father anymore!"

Richard trembled with anger. "You... How dare you say that!"

Arya looked up without fear. She said with bloodshot eyes, "After you forced my mother to commit suicide and send me into jail, you were not my father anymore, because you don't deserve to be my father.”

Richard was angry. He didn't notice the wound on her face at all and he slapped her hard.

"Get out of here. If you don't listen to me, I'll kill you!"

Richard was about to pull Arya.

The unexpected slap made Arya's head tilt aside and caused a burning pain on her face.

Orlando came to send her documents to Arya and wanted to discuss the business with her.

And he saw Richard pulling Arya.

He stepped forward and pulled Richard away.

"You're my senior, but you are no longer in charge here. You can't be rude to Arya!"

Richard pointed at Orlando. "I don't know how you coaxed Arya not to kick you out. I know your purpose. You want to take charge of the company, right? You can fool Arya, but you can't fool me!" Orlando spread his hands. He had never concealed his ambition. He was not guilty and didn't care what Richard said.

"Get out!" Arya tilted her head, not looking at Richard.

She had always felt that she had long been tough enough!

But her father was ruthless and even slapped her.

She still felt pain.

He was still ruthless as four years ago.

He forced her to take the blame for his son and didn't care whether she would die or not.

"Please go out!" Orlando's face darkened.

"She's my daughter. This is none of your business." Richard banged on the desk angrily.

In the past, everyone should listen to him whether in the company or at home.

So Richard couldn't stand Orlando's words?

Orlando sarcastically retorted, "She's your daughter? Did you treat her as your daughter? Didn't you see that her face was hurt? But you slapped her! Are you qualified to be her father?”

Richard was surprised to hear that, and only until then had he seen the gauze on Arya's face, Blood was oozing out of the gauze dressing because of his slap.

But he thought he had the right to slap his daughter even though he had done something wrong. "She's my daughter. Of course, I do whatever I want to her." Richard was no longer that confident and arrogant.

Orlando asked back, "So you slap your other two children like that?"

Orlando heard about Richard's story from his father.

He knew that her father had a mistress and he forced his wife to death and he treated Arya very badly.

'How dared he said he is her father!"

Orlando looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Orlando's question left Richard at a loss for words.

But he retorted, "Marshal is a boy. And now that he's grown up, I can't slap him. Otherwise, he will felt humiliated. I can't slap Harriet too. She's a girl. She's going to marry someone in the future. I can't hurt her face..."

He was also aware that he was wrong.

Orlando was speechless in front of the shameless man.

“What he meant is that Arya isn't a girl and won't get married?"

And he could slap her as he wanted?

Orlando didn't want to talk to Richard anymore and he called security guards.

Richard felt humiliated.

He flicked his sleeve. "Even though I'm not the president now, I'm a shareholder. How dare you chase me out?"

"please leave. We'll inform you when a shareholders’ meeting is to be held," Orlando said coldly. Richard snorted, glared at Orlando, and turned to walk out.

He was afraid that Orlando would really ask someone to kick him out. He didn't want to lose face, so he had to leave now and then find a way to snatch Arya's shares.

Her shares were important to the Harrison Family and his dignity.

Arya wiped her face and avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry to involve you."

"Let me send you to the hospital. Your wound is bleeding.” Orlando looked at her face with an expression of compassion.

Her beautiful face may be ruined.

That would be a pity.

Arya no longer cared about her appearance and just wanted her wound to heal quickly. With a piece of gauze on her face, she could not go out to talk business.

"I'll take you there," Orlando said.

Arya nodded.

Orlando drove fast and they arrived at the hospital very soon.

Arya asked him to go back now for he had to finish his work.

"What about you?" Orlando wanted to accompany her.

"It's not a big deal. I'll take a taxi back myself."

"Well, call me if you need some help," Orlando told her.

Arya nodded and walked towards the hospital.

In the afternoon, there weren't many people in the hospital, and soon it was her turn to see the doctor.

When the doctor cleaned her wound, he couldn't help but frown. "Your face... We have a scar remover here. Do you want it?"

"No, thanks. Please just help me clean up.” Edward gave her a scar remover so she didn't need another one.

"You may have a scar... if you don't use a better scar remover.”

"l have one."

"Okay." The doctor stopped talking and began to clean her wound. He also told her, "You can use ice to reduce the swelling at night, but be careful not to touch the wound. You should not eat spicy food, which will help the wound heal faster.”

"Okay, thank you," Arya replied.

"You're welcome. It's my responsibility.” After cleaning up, the doctor handed the medical records back to her. "It's done.”

Arya walked out. When she passed the corridor of the inpatient department, she saw Caspar. Caspar was surprised to see her there and he noticed her face. "What's wrong with your face?"

"I got hurt. Why are you here?" Arya didn't want to talk too much about that and deliberately changed the subject.

"I'm going to get Ryan discharged..."

"What's wrong with him?" Arya asked with concern

"He has aplastic anemia... I come here because of his illness.” Caspar avoided Arya's gaze. He didn't dare to look straight at her.

Arya's heart sank. No wonder Ryan was so thin.

"Can I visit him?" Arya asked.

"Yes, he's in ward 206. I'll go with the formalities.” Caspar said.

Arya walked towards the inpatient department.

Outside the door, she looked through the glass on the door and saw Ryan. He was a good boy, sitting alone on the bed, waiting for Caspar.

She felt heartbroken seeing him in the hospital.

Arya's eyes turned moist. She thought if her child was not gone, her child would be at the same age as Ryan.

“Would my child be as lovable as Ryan?*