The reason she asked like this was because the scene of his violence towards Ian today was downright shocking.
Every time she recalled it, she felt a chill down her spine.
She didn't ask him why he did it, because no matter what Ian did, he had no right to lay a finger on that kid.
After all, what kind of an adult throws a hissy fit with a five-year-old for God's sake?
Her question made him turn to her.
"Not only that," he said, his voice low, "I've done things far worse than you can imagine."
Violette remained silent.
His eyes were deep, his tone serious.
She was so shocked she lost her voice.
"Violette, don't pretend you give a damn about me. You don't really care what I do." He flicked his ash into the ashtray with an air of nonchalance, "You only care about your two kids. I've warned your son not to mess with me."
"He won't mess with you again!" Violette responded, her voice shaking with anger.
He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.
He got up and walked to the bed.
"Violette, I don't owe you anything, don't raise your voice at me! I'm running out of patience!" his glare was fierce.
Just then, the door was knocked and then pushed open.
The nanny came in with a bowl of soup.
Seeing Elijah, the nanny froze.
Elijah walked to the door and took the bowl of soup from the nanny.
The nanny immediately left the room and closed the door.
Violette wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible, so she had to eat something.
She tried to sit up.
By the time Elijah walked to the bed, she reached out her hand, wanting to eat by herself.
But he ignored her outstretched hand, spooned a spoonful of soup, and brought it to her lips.
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