"H-How dare you hit Miss Wigston?"
Mrs. Borah was livid, grabbing the thermos in front of her and throwing it at Shelley.
Although Shelley successfully dodged it, her body wasn't spared from the hot soup inside. Her shrieks instantly reverberated through the room as the soup scalded her. With a pained and outraged expression, she roared, "You damned old lady! How dare you?"
"What? I was just doing your parents a favor by teaching their uncultured daughter a lesson."
Mrs. Borah got down from the bed and helped Carla up."Boys!" Shelley pointed at Mrs. Borah with an unrelenting gaze as she ordered, "Take her down."
Two bodyguards walked in and were about to tackle Mrs. Borah.
Carla quickly stood in front Mrs. Borah, shielding her. "Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"
"What if I want to?" Shelley rushed forward and shoved Mrs. Borah hard.
Mrs. Borah was knocked against the bed and fell to the ground, causing the IV needle on the back of her hand to pierce deeper into her flesh, instantly drawing blood.
Seeing this, Carla flew into a rage and landed a hard slap on Shelley's cheek.
The crisp sound echoed through the room.
Shelley couldn't recover from her shock. To be precise, she had never expected Carla to be so bold as to hit her.
A red handprint immediately formed on her cheek.
"How… How dare you hit me?" Shelley's eyes went wide with fury as she screamed hysterically, "I'm gonna kill you!"
With that, she lunged at Carla.
"Don't touch Miss Wigston!" Mrs. Borah rushed over to protect Carla.
The two bodyguards sprung to action, pulling Mrs. Borah away, but the latter used her heavy weight to her advantage and put up quite a fight.
"Let her go!" Carla stepped forward to help Mrs. Borah, but her hair was grabbed by Shelley.
Not one to go down without a fight, Carla unsheathed her claws and fought against Shelley.
Two more bodyguards rushed in and swiftly restrained Carla, twisting her arms behind her back.
"Go to hell, b_tch!" Shelley raised her arm and was about to slap Carla.
"Stop!" An angry roar pierced through the tension.
Shelley's hand froze midair and she looked back, gasping in shock, "Daddy? What are you doing here?"
"Let them go, " Layon sternly commanded.
The bodyguards immediately loosened their grip and stepped to a side.
"Miss!" Mrs. Borah hurried over to support Carla. "Are you alright?"
Carla caught sight of the wound on the back of Mrs. Borah's hand. The needle had penetrated so deeply into her flesh that blood was constantly trickling out.
The sight of it was like a sharp blade driving into her heart. As she held Mrs. Borah's hand, her entire body started trembling with fury and heartache.
"Get out." Layon's brows furrowed.
"Daddy…"
"I said get out!" Layon shot a glare at Shelley.
Filled with bitter resentment, Shelley pointed at Carla and gritted out, "This isn't over."
Then, she swiveled on her heels and stormed off.
"Stop right there!" Carla called out.
Shelley stopped in her tracks and was about to let out a string of curses.
Before she could, Layon stepped forward and bowed deeply to Mrs. Borah and Carla. "My sincerest apologies. I will take full responsibility for this matter."
"Daddy…" Shelley's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could you apologize to her? Do you know that this b_tch-"
"Shut up." Layon did not allow Shelley to speak.
Before she lost her cool, she stalked out of the ward.
"All of you leave us too, " Layon ordered.
The bodyguards retreated and stood guard outside.
After the door was closed, Layon bowed and apologized to Carla and Mrs. Borah again. "My daughter was spoilt since young. I will definitely discipline her harshly after this. Please rest assured that I'll make sure she never bothers the two of you again. I'm truly sorry. Please accept my apology."
After that, he turned to leave.
Faced with his sincerity, Carla couldn't bring herself to kick up a fuss.
Oddly, Layon stopped just shy of the door and turned back to look at Carla, asking in a feeble voice, "Was your father's name Chad Wigston?"
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