Emma Smith's wounds were a mix of blue and purple, shocking to the eye.
Nowadays, you hear about husbands hitting their wives, parents hitting their kids, but it's rare to hear about a grown-up still being beaten by their father.
For someone in Samuel Richardson's position to hit his daughter, there must be a hidden agenda or some bizarre fetish.
For a moment, the people present shifted from mere onlookers to feeling sympathy and anger.
At her age to still be beaten by her father was simply unbearable.
"Emma, what's wrong? Have you been threatened? As your father, how could I beat you?" Samuel Richardson lowered his voice, coaxing, "Come, give the microphone to your father."
Emma, holding the microphone, evaded Samuel's grab. With a clear and confident voice, she declared:
