"Brother, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Edward Thompson said with a smile, not wanting Sylvia Thompson to worry. "You don't have to worry about me."
Sylvia Thompson sighed, "Brother, where are you now?"
"Sylvia, you really don't need to worry about me." Edward Thompson continued: "I'm lying down now."
"Brother, how's your face now? I saw dad and older brother hit you quite hard. Are you in pain?" Sylvia Thompson's voice carried a hint of tears, "You're so stubborn. Actually, you didn't have to go against dad and the others like this. Your face is the most important thing for you as an entertainer. But now..."
Hearing this, the smile on Edward Thompson's face momentarily stiffened.
Even Sylvia Thompson knew how important a face is to an actor.
But his father and brother treated him like this.
And it was all for a sister who had just returned.
Was it because they felt indebted to Viola Thompson, so they treated him unjustly?
It was ridiculous, truly ridiculous!
