"If anything happens to Rose or Annie, I won’t spare you!"
Joanna Lawrence’s face turned pale instantly.
Her hand, hanging by her side, clenched tightly.
Benjamin Lawrence’s words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing brutally into her heart.
Even though she had long given up expecting anything from her so-called father Benjamin Lawrence, and their father-daughter relationship had also faded much, hearing these words, her heart still ached terribly.
"Someone call an ambulance! Quickly take my wife and Ms. Annie to the hospital."
Benjamin Lawrence finished scolding Joanna, and turned to anxiously look at Rose Liall and Annie Lawrence who were fallen on the floor.
Compared to his disgust towards Joanna just now, he now looked like a good husband concerned for his wife and a caring father worried for his daughter.
This stark contrast was immeasurably mocking.
Joanna Lawrence lowered her gaze, a smirk dancing on her lips. Even though she should have seen through everything, her eyes brimmed with a sour unmistakable sense of hurt.
The surrounding servants were all frightened.
Not until Benjamin Lawrence’s angry voice rose again did they seem to come back to their senses, rushing forward to help the collapsed women off the floor.
Just as Annie was helped up, the eyelid moved and they slowly opened.
After a brief fainting spell, she started to regain consciousness.
"Annie, you’ve come around." Benjamin’s face lit up with joy and immediately asked worriedly, "Is there anywhere you’re hurting? We’re headed to the hospital soon."
Annie was still dizzy from the two slaps, her face feeling burning hot and painful.
Her face was as swollen as a pig’s head, the pain distorting her features into a grimace.
Groggily opening her eyes, the first sight that met her eyes were the two bodyguards who had just struck her. Startled, she shivered, at once hugging Benjamin Lawrence’s arm and crying pitifully: "Dad, I’m really scared. What did I do wrong? Why would Joanna do this to me?"
"Joanna, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."
Lifting her tear-filled eyes, with a pitiful expression, tears in her eyes filled with fear, she cried plaintively, "I thought since Mrs. Benington had left for so many years, for the baby’s sake, I was just temporarily living in her room. I didn’t think you would mind."
"If I had known you cared so much, even if you gave me ten times more courage, I wouldn’t dare to move in."
"It was I who suggested moving in, and it has nothing to do with Dad and Mom. If you’re still angry Joanna, then just take out all your anger on me alone, please stop involving other innocent people."
Tears constantly streamed down her face, wetting her already swollen face marked with ten bright red finger marks.
Her face was badly swollen, the corner of her mouth bleeding, and tears, like broken beads, dripped onto her face.
It appeared pitiful in its vulnerability.
The more pitiful she looked, the more ruthless Joanna seemed, disregarding their sisterhood.
Especially her words and the fear expressed on her face, it would have given anyone the impression that Joanna frequently bullied her .
Joanna Lawrence watched her with cold eyes, her face expressionless.
She had long grown familiar with Annie’s tricks and manipulations.
Apart from playing the victim and acting pitiful, what else could she do?
The performance was obvious, yet nobody seemed able to see through it.
Benjamin Lawrence was still fuming, hearing Annie’s cries only made his anger flare up even more.