Viola Thompson impersonating as the Young Miss Thompson Family, is something the Thompson Clan will not let go.
"Viola!"
Even before the person arrived, his voice could be heard.
Sawyer Thompson rushed in from outside the door.
"Dad."
Viola stood up from her chair.
"Viola!"
Upon seeing Viola, Sawyer Thompson was extremely exhilarated, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Viola shook her head.
Sawyer quickly noticed Viola's hands were bound, and his face immediately grew grave, "Who did this?"
As he spoke, he began to untie the ropes from Viola's wrists.
Viola was pale.
The rope friction had left deep red marks on her fair wrists, some had even turned purple. The crisscrossing marks were chilling to witness.
The air pressure in the room was low.
Sawyer was so angry that he trembled.
His precious daughter, whom he couldn't bear to even scold, had been horribly mistreated today.
"Does it hurt?" Sawyer asked.
"No." Viola replied.
Sawyer felt even worse.
