"As long as we don't apologize to that girl, anything else is fine," said Harrison Wells, gritting his teeth against the pain in his wrist. Victoria Wells followed the steps down. "Yes, yes, Mr. Blackwood. We're her parents after all, and we can accept other methods, but we can't apologize. It's just not possible."
"Hmm, you make a good point. I also think that apologizing won't solve the real problem." Ethan Blackwood lowered his eyes, dangerously pursing his lips. "Tell me, which hand did Harrison Wells use to hit you just now? His left or right hand?"
"Huh?" Avery Wells looked at him, confused. She stared at the man's exquisite half-face, not understanding why he was asking this.
"Don't understand what I mean?" Ethan Blackwood's icy hand suddenly grabbed the girl's delicate wrist. "Come here." Then he pulled her in front of Harrison Wells. With little effort, he opened his palm and slapped Harrison Wells' right cheek with force.
Smack! The crisp and loud sound of the slap suddenly cut through the air above the Wells family's residence. It all happened too suddenly. Harrison Wells, who had just been slapped, covered the half of his face that had been hit and couldn't recover for a while. Victoria Wells, who was standing next to him, also didn't expect Ethan Blackwood's solution to be like this. She stared at Ethan Blackwood in disbelief.
"Mr. Blackwood, how could you..." Ethan Blackwood ignored the stunned couple and took back the hand that had just slapped Harrison Wells. He blew on it and put it to his lips. "Does it hurt?"
At this moment, Avery Wells was completely stunned. "Gu...ge..." The burning sensation on her palm told her that Ethan Blackwood had used seventy percent of his strength just now. If she guessed correctly, her father's face would be swollen in less than two minutes.
In her ear, the dangerous voice of the man sounded again: "It's okay, let's switch to the other hand." As soon as he finished speaking, his big hand grabbed her other hand.
"The slap just now was for the ashtray that Harrison Wells used to hit you yesterday. And this slap is to repay the slap he just gave you." Just like before, he opened her hand and showed the gesture of a slap. This time, he didn't grab her to hit her father, but let go of her hand.
His magnetic voice sounded deeply. "Go ahead, Avery Wells, do it with all your courage. I am behind you, they dare not do anything to you."
"I..." Avery Wells' hand was stiff, and she turned her head to look at the man, hesitating. She didn't even react to the slap just now, and her hand was grabbed and hit down. How could she hit again?
"I will bear all the consequences. Just hit it, don't be afraid." Ethan Blackwood suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked Avery Wells' soft hair. Against the light, his masked face was like being plated with a layer of stunning light.
For a few seconds, Avery Wells was stunned by the sight. Through that half exquisite face, she seemed to see a peerless beauty. Really, really...so good-looking. If there were no burn marks on the other half of his face, there would be no man in the entire city or even the whole country who could compare to him in terms of looks.
On the other side, Victoria Wells heard Ethan Blackwood's emotionless words and hesitated. She knew she couldn't get angry at him and didn't have the courage or qualifications to speak up. But Avery Wells was different. At this moment, she saw the girl hesitate to act and stepped forward to stop her. However, before she could speak, she saw the man's cold gaze sweep over.