"To come and solve the problem, I'm glad you can do so much for me and the child, but without a clear explanation, others might still think it's our fault."
Hope Williams looked toward Old Master Fuller and Mia Fuller, smiling slightly, "Right, Old Master Fuller?"
Old Master Fuller's expression was very poor. He would certainly not let today's matter rest, "You are Hope Williams?"
"Yes, I am."
"You admit it quite frankly. Everything started because of you. My granddaughter is a treasure I hold in the palm of my hand, afraid she might fall, and cherish in my mouth, fearing she might melt. How dare you hit her? What gives you the right?"
"Old Master Fuller, please look at this picture first." Hope Williams opened her phone and handed it to Old Master Fuller.
Old Master Fuller looked at it and frowned instantly, "What do you mean?"
"Are you upset that your precious granddaughter got hit?"
Old Master Fuller snorted coldly, giving Waylon Lewis a fierce look.