Livia was going to instruct the men in black to stop Ashlyn and Blair from leaving, but Franklin shook his head.
“There's no need to.”
His eyes gleamed dangerously as they closely trailed after Ashlyn and Blair, who were leaving the scene. “Let's go inside the ward.”
At that, he carried Livia in his arms and walked toward Naomi's ward.
The two rows of men in black stood guard outside the door. The young girl inside the room could not hear anything at all.
It was only when they arrived right in front of her that Naomi lifted her eyes.
“Dad... Madam? Why are you here?”
Naomi looked at the couple in shock.
Feeling a temper building up within her, Livia struggled and got out of Franklin's arms.
Slap!
A loud slap resounded in the ward.
Livia had slapped Naomi forcefully across the latter's face.
The young girl looked at Livia in humiliation but obstinately refused to allow her tears to come out.
Since young, I've always known that I'm the precious daughter of the Nolan family on the surface, but Madam only ever cared about her own two biological daughters. Blair and I—we're no more than dogs in their eyes only because we were born of Dad's servant.
“You wretched thing! If it weren't for our family, would you have been able to study abroad? We've raised you for so many years; it's time for you to return the favor.”
Pinching Naomi's chin, Livia commanded, “You must keep Mr. Zimmerman company tonight. Otherwise, I'll have your head!”
Naomi's eyes widened, and she shook her head in fear. Although she could not hear what Livia was saying, she had a gut feeling that it was not good news.
With a lump in her throat, she muttered, “Madam, I can't hear... I can't hear anything.”
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