Byron and Rosalie had no intention of opening the door at all.

Carl was at the door, shouting continuously over and over again.

His voice became more sincere each time, and the fear in his heart increased rapidly.

He looked at his son fiercely, gritted his teeth, and spat. Then, he ruthlessly knuckled his son on the head.

"Ah! Dad, why did you hit me?" the fat boy yelled. He did not know why his father, who had always been fiercer than others, suddenly became so humble.

Barely giving his son time to come back to his senses, Carl roared again. "Kneel, kneel right away! Beg President Lawrence and Miss Jacobs for forgiveness."

The fat boy hesitated and shook his head in reluctance. "Why do I have to apologize? I didn’t do anything! Isn't the little girl alright?"

Not a shred of remorse at all!

Carl blew up completely. He slapped his son's face several times in succession, making him scream and cry.

Byron frowned heavily. The commotion was getting louder and louder outside.

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