Miac Richardson remained silent, his brows slightly twitching, and he didn't speak for a moment.
Hope Williams instructed the confused servant beside her to extinguish the fire first, then raised her hand to wipe the tears from Aria Richardson's face, "Don't cry."
Isla Sue glared angrily at Miac Richardson, "Aria is your daughter, how can you, as a father, not believe her like this? Look at what you've done."
Miac Richardson stood silently for a while, opened his mouth but couldn't argue, so he walked into the house with his hands behind his back.
Isla Sue was utterly helpless; with the situation in such a mess, she didn't know what to do.
Aria sniffed, her eyes red, looking at Hope, "Hope, thank you."
"No need to thank me." Hope looked at Aria's face marked with five fingerprints, obviously beaten, and frowned slightly, "Let's treat your face first, or it'll swell by tomorrow."
Aria held onto Hope's hand, "Hope, did Wyatt go back? How is he?"
