"How can the Townsend Family have such a scoundrel like you?"
Faye Townsend sat down on the chair in frustration.
Richard Townsend looked dismissive: "Anyway, you've got Oliver Turner to rely on now.
Let him handle it, it's not a big deal."
"Beating someone up that badly isn't a big deal?
What, does it only count if you beat them to death?
I really want to kill you myself to rid the world of your menace.
At this point, you still don't know how to repent.
I'm telling you, I won't help you this time.
You can stay inside by yourself."
"No, no, Faye, I was wrong, I really was wrong.
Help me out, our parents are gone.
It's just the two of us left in this world.
I drank too much last night, and I really regretted it afterward, but my stubborn mouth is just like our father's, you know it, please help me, I won't do it again."
Their parents were Faye's soft spot.
She sighed, watching Richard put on a tearful show, feeling utterly fed up inside.
