Regina was a bit anxious. "Cecilia, even if you're angry, you should consider your father's health!"
"If there’s any more turmoil in FC Group, your father...”
Cecilia pressed her lips together and finally moved. She turned her head and looked at Regina. "Mom, Dad's current state isn’t my fault."
"And you, slapping me at this critical moment, didn’t consider Dad's health either."
Despite his age, Corin was still sharp. If he saw the mark on her face, he would immediately know who did it and why.
Cecilia put away her phone and stood at the foot of the stairs. The bright lights of the living room cast a cold, icy look on her face. "Mom, I'm not going upstairs. Please call Gladys for me. We’ll leave now."
Regina panicked and asked, "How can you leave at this critical moment? If your father asks about you, what should I say?"
"I can't stay. Dad will definitely call for me, and my skin is sensitive. This slap mark won't disappear overnight!"