"It was your imagination, you little rascal." Arthur Lindsey freed one hand and hooked her thin lips.
Mrs. Ding naturally took hold of it, bit into it, pouting with a hint of resentment, "It was this very hand that hit our daughter... your heart is truly ruthless..."
"..." Arthur Lindsey was stunned.
He had never thought he would ever give Clarissa such a slap.
However.
Looking at the grievances she endured all this way, apart from Julian Johnsons, she had almost lost everything.
One must ask, should a woman who lived to this extent for a man be slapped awake?
Just right.
At that emotional point, Clarissa's retaliation and defiance gave him ample reason to slap her awake.
But.
After the slap.
His heart ached more than anyone else's.
