Although he was not the patriarch of the Russell family, as the youngest child, he was still Margaret's favorite son. He was not as sharp as the rest and easy to break. He most likely knew the secrets of the family as well.
In the bathroom, Ralph was lost as to what she was thinking. The only thing running through his head was how difficult this woman was to get along with. She was the most difficult woman he had ever met.
After washing his face with cold water, he looked in the mirror to see that his lips were clearly swollen. Although the pain was slowly subsiding to the point of numbness, his lips looked like they had been plumped.
The two clear teeth marks explained his swollen lips without needing to say a word.
Ralph rubbed the corner of his lips with his thumb, deciding he should no longer be so passive!
Turning off the faucet, he strode out and saw Heather standing by the door. He walked straight to her.
Heather heard the movement and turned her head in the direction of the sound, only to see him already right in front of her. Then, he put one hand on her hand, pinning her against the door frame.
'What is he trying to-'
Bang!
She narrowed her eyes at him. Her initial reaction was to kick him away, but after a pause, she sneered. "What's wrong? Didn't you suffer enough? Are you back for more?"
"What are you trying to do?" Ralph looked at her and asked out of the blue.
Although Heather was startled by his question, she maintained a calm expression and replied unhurriedly. "Shouldn't I ask you that question, Mr. Russell?"
She stood there, unmoving. However, her knees were slightly bent. If he dared to say anything unpleasant, she would make him feel a pain he would never forget.
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