"You should be well aware of what kind of son you raised. You know right from wrong. So what's the point of coming here to complain? Are you trying to say your son was beaten at Mason's instigation?"
Bella Green looked at Megan Lowe with a mocking and cold gaze, her posture incredibly arrogant. Her cherry-colored lips slightly curved, a beautiful arc that made her small face even more radiant, yet no one could feel any warmth from it.
"Do I need to tell you why your son got hit? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was the one who hit your son, and the reason is very simple."
"Of course, because he deserved it!"
Bella's eyes carried a coldness, speaking each word with extreme arrogance and dominance.
Mason looked at the frail 'youth' in full force, a dark light seemed to flash in his eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off that incredibly beautiful face, feeling somewhat surprised, and also inexplicably pleased...
Did this little thing suddenly get angry because of him?
