Caroline Anderson was crying. Her face had a handprint on it. Her father had slapped her the moment she entered his study.
"Why can't you learn from your cousins? Have you ever seen them take such a stupid step like this?"
"But Father, she insulted me. Which means she insulted the Anderson family."
"Shut up!" President Anderson didn't know how to get the situation under control. "Tell me truthfully. Did you get those people killed?"
Caroline Anderson's eyes widened.
"No, Father. I didn't," she cried. "Father, even you would ask that? Don't you trust me?"
"The stupidity you have done… I am ashamed to say that you are even my daughter. Not only have you ruined your reputation to the point of no return, but you've also damaged your profession. We all want the same thing—to bring Jazmine Harrison down. But have you ever seen any one of us take such irrational measures? If she could be defeated like that, we would have defeated her long ago."