Chapter 80

"Teach him a lesson?" Evelyn snorted. "You call that a lesson? Mr. Everett, maybe you should take a closer look at what your so-called 'lesson' really means." Narrowing her eyes, she gently brushed aside the messy bangs covering Julian's forehead. There was no way Julian could walk into this situation today with a bandage on, so he let his hair hide the band-aid on the fresh cut. He didn't move a muscle as Evelyn approached and exposed the wound. When Bernard saw the injury, a flicker of guilt flashed across his face. Clearly, he regretted losing control the night before. Evelyn let out a sneer. "And the bruises on his back? Honestly, I've never seen a father go full force on his own kid like that. I'm not exactly a daddy's girl at the Knight household either, but as trashy as my father can be, even he's never tried to beat me half to death." Of course, the real reason was simple—Evelyn had Charles backing her. George might've had the temper, but not the courage to touch her. Her words