Rose Parker's eyes flashed with a sharp light as she gently pressed Christopher Weaver's hand: "Speak to your daughter properly, why do you always resort to violence? Look how you've scared the child. Aren't we supposed to talk about the engagement? Bloodshed isn't appropriate. Ella, quickly get some ice; your sister is hurt."
"Understood."
Ella Weaver lazily replied, but didn't move at all, still leaning against the railings on the second floor, watching the drama unfold.
She knew Isabella Weaver would definitely be beaten upon returning home, so she purposely placed glass cups, the kind that easily shattered, in the places Christopher could reach, and they indeed came in handy!
The frustration she felt at the mall during the day was finally avenged!
Ella was utterly delighted, hoping Isabella would bleed more; how could she possibly get ice for her!
