"Amelia, does it still hurt?" Lucas carefully touched Amelia's swollen face as gently as possible.
Amelia hissed softly and said aggrievedly, "A little, but it should stop hurting soon! Daddy, don't worry."
Seeing how well-behaved and sensible his daughter was, Lucas felt warm and fuzzy inside.
At the same time, he was annoyed. He thought that he had been too kind to the woman who had slapped Amelia by crippling only one of her hands.
The kick William suffered wasn't light either. There was an obvious bruise in the middle of his chest.
After seeing it, Lucas brought William to the hospital for a detailed checkup.
After all, William wasn't young anymore. If he had sustained any internal injuries from the kick, it would be terrible.
Fortunately, the results of the checkup were good, and he had only suffered superficial wounds and bruises, which would soon recover.
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Meanwhile, in the conference room of the Holmes' manor…