Ella immediately screamed, "She did it on purpose! Dad, she did it on purpose!"
Christopher Weaver looked grim but said nothing, because he was the one who threw the cup, and the person who arranged it was Ella herself. No matter how you calculate, this couldn't be blamed on Isabella Weaver.
Could he scold her for dodging too fast?
Or should he scold her for daring to dodge at all?
The living room was already in chaos, with the daughter screaming, the wife crying, the servants panicking, the bodyguards agitated, and the family doctor directing bandaging and bleeding control over a video call.
All of this made Christopher Weaver incredibly restless, but only Isabella Weaver remained calm and composed, completely out of place in the chaotic scene before her.
Her appearance in business attire was strikingly similar to her mother's—competent and beautiful, radiating a dazzling aura from head to toe.
