Feeling the strange reaction of the little thing in his arms, Mason Bennett's gaze deepened slightly.
"And moreover, she wasn't hit at all. The injury on her face was drawn by that girl, it's lipstick. If you don't believe me, just wipe it."
Fiona Grantham pointed at Bella Green's face, speaking urgently.
Just moments ago, she was overwhelmed by Mason Bennett's aura, causing her brain to momentarily freeze up.
This Bella Green, was never hit at all!!
Mason Bennett lowered his head at the words, seeing the furry little head in his arms burrowing into his embrace, even nuzzling closer, her voice muffled.
"My face hurts..."
Victor Bennett: "!!!" Your face???
"Really, Mason, believe me, she wasn't hit. It was clearly she who hit me and Nancy Lowe."
Fiona Grantham became more and more anxious as she spoke, afraid that Mason Bennett wouldn't believe her, and stepped forward to grab Bella Green.
