Berlina Holmes's face was filled with concern; she hurriedly got out of the car to greet him. Seeing the dust on Vincent Holmes's body, her face was a mix of surprise and worry.
Vincent Holmes had a frosty expression, his eyes cold and somewhat terrifying. He went straight to the car and sat down, his voice cold as he said, "It's all that rebellious son! He even dared to raise his hand against me! All the years of education have gone down to the dogs! It's a family misfortune to have raised such an ingrate..."
Listening, Berlina's clear, charming face couldn't help but show some worry, and her tone was full of concern—
"What happened? Didn't you say that you were going to have a proper talk with Luther? Why are you still so angry? What on earth happened?"
"Don't mention that disaster to me, hiss... He actually dared to hit me..."
Vincent Holmes clutched his aching stomach and couldn't help but cry out in pain, both angry and resentful!
