Alya Larson's words were not yet finished when they were abruptly interrupted by a cold voice at the entrance, Michael Gordon and Oliver Thompson appeared before her at the same time.
The moment Oliver Thompson entered, his gaze was drawn to the scarlet wound on Roy Thompson's neck, his already frosty face dropping several degrees colder, his fists cracking as he clenched them.
With a cold face, Michael Gordon said nothing as he walked over to Bella Gordon, bent down, and scooped the little guy up from the ground.
Bella Gordon had maintained her tense body until she fell into the familiar embrace of Michael Gordon and then burst into tears, crying, "Daddy!"
"I'm sorry, daddy was late and scared you, baby," Michael Gordon bent down to kiss his daughter's cheek to comfort her, and only after a moment did he raise his head to glare at Alya Larson. "You really are something, aren't you? Daring to lay a hand on my daughter?!"
