Benjamin’s face turned livid with anger as he glared at her and said, "Is everything that Rose has said true? Have you bullied her and Annie in the past?"
When disappointment reaches a certain point, you can no longer feel disappointed.
Similarly, when sadness reaches a certain point, you can no longer feel sad.
Joanna looked at her furious father and tugged at the corner of her lips lightly. "Dad, why bother asking anymore? Deep down, you already believe what she said, don’t you?"
"If that’s the case, then let’s say I did those things."
Thinking about it, it was really ironic.
She had known David for ten years and, at a critical moment, he chose to believe in Annie whom he had known for less than two years.
Now, her father was doing the same thing.
His question just now wasn’t really asking or waiting for her to explain.
He had already believed that she had indeed done those things.
He unconditionally believed in Rose Liall and unconditionally believed that she was capable of doing such despicable things.
Annie said Joanna was a failure in life.
At this moment, Joanna had to admit that she indeed was quite a failure in life.
Otherwise, how could she not even gain the trust of those closest to her?
"You!" Seeing her indifferent expression, Benjamin’s anger flared up again, raising his hand to slap her across the face once more.
His hand had just risen when they heard a commotion from downstairs.
"Stop! This is an invasion of private property!"
"Quick, come stop them!"
"Ah, what are you trying to do? Stop! Quickly go and inform Sir Darren and Mrs. Rose Lawrence that strangers have broken in!"
Chaotic footsteps, a woman’s scream, and other voices shouting to stop the intruders.
Various sounds mixed together, creating quite a ruckus downstairs.
Benjamin Lawrence was startled, his eyebrows furrowing.
"What’s going on downstairs?" he asked.
Annie’s face changed slightly, quickly walking to the railing and peering down at the living room.
Her face changed again when she saw several dozen tall and burly men in black clothes and pants in the living room.
"Sir, Madam, this is bad..."
At this moment, a servant came running over, panting, with a frightened expression on his face. He gasped, "About thirty black-clothed men abruptly came and drove straight into the villa."
"We couldn’t stop them at all."
"They are trying to barge their way upstairs now, saying that, saying..."
As the servant spoke, he cautiously glanced at Joanna.
Upon hearing about dozens of people breaking into their house, Benjamin’s face changed drastically as well.
The servant glanced at Joanna again before continuing, "They said they are here for Ms. Joanna."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed at the stair entrance.
Benjamin looked and saw a group of black-clothed men walking upstairs.
Rose Liall looked at the group of black-clothed men and her face displayed a mixture of astonishment and confusion.
These black-clothed men came for Joanna?
Could it be that this little bitch Joanna caused problems outside and brought trouble back home?
Rose Liall believed that things were just like her conjecture.
It must be that little bitch who stirred up trouble and brought it home.
Just as Rose Liall was about to scold Joanna, she saw the black-clothed men walk up to Joanna and the leader unexpectedly bowed to her.