Kyla Corbynâs pretty eyebrows furrowed. âWhat the hell do you want to do? Didnât I already give you the agreement? Didnât you also promise that these three months would be my time alone with Nelson?â
Martin Weiss was silent. Even he did not know what he wanted to do! He was restless at the company and kept thinking about the scene from last night, so he impulsively came over.
âWhat the hell happened last night? Was it really you who slapped Paisley in the face?â Martin Weiss found an excuse to justify his coming here.
Kyla Corbyn suddenly came to a realization when she heard this. âDid he come to seek justice for Paisley Daniels?â
âYes, I did. So are you going to get even with me for Paisley Daniels?â she asked coldly.
âYou chose to surrender Nelsonâs custody. Paisley is willing to treat the child as her own and raise him well. What is there to complain about? Donât you think you went too far by slapping her?â Martin Weiss said with a stern face.
âToo far? I hate it so much that I think a mere slap isnât enough! How can a slap pay for what she has done?â What she hated most was not that she was wrongly imprisoned, but that her imprisonment had caused Nelson to lose his hearing.
Maybe Nelson would have been a healthy child if she had not been forced to take the cold medicine because of those various incidents!
âYouâre so stubborn! Paisley has never owed you anything. But you owe her a life!â Martin Weiss said crossly.
Kyla Corbyn suddenly burst out laughing, and her laughter was getting louder. âHaha⦠Hahahaâ¦â She kept laughing as if it were the funniest joke.
Martin Weissâs face darkened even more, her laughter particularly irritating to his ears.
âThatâs enough!â he said.
However, she was still laughing!
âKyla Corbyn, I said enough!â Martin Weiss suddenly grabbed her arm and glared at her.
There was a sudden pain in her arm, and the spot where she had been kicked yesterday was even more painful now that he was grabbing it.
Her expression changed, and a moan escaped her mouth.
Seeing this, Martin Weiss was slightly stunned for a moment. Then, he instinctively pulled up her sleeve. Immediately, he could see several bruises on her arm, and it was truly a shocking sight.
âWhat happened to your arm?â The words came out of his mouth almost unconsciously.
She sneered, âYouâll have to ask Paisley Daniels. Didnât she enjoy the show last night? I have more wounds on my body. Wanna see? I can show them to you if you want!â
She made a gesture to undress as she spoke.
His eyes grew colder, but an unnoticeable trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He was slightly alarmed by her actions, but he did not know what he was panicking about. Was he worried he would see more bruises on her body once she took off her clothes?
âKyla Corbyn, you really have no shame. Do you enjoy taking off your clothes in front of men that much?â he said fiercely, trying to hide his panic.
Kyla Corbyn seemed indifferent. No matter how vicious Martin Weissâs words were, they could no longer hurt her!
Just then, her upper right abdomen started acting up again.
Kyla Corbyn bent over and put her hand over where it hurt. She tried to adjust her breathing and let herself adapt to the pain.
At the very least, she would not show her weak side in front of Martin Weiss. She did not want the man in front of her to see her pain!