Sophia clutched at her cheek that was slapped by her father and said, "Marcus, of course I'm not okay! You know how hard my dad slapped me. My ear is still ringing..."
Marcus squinted at her, "And how would I know how hard your father slapped you? Has he ever slapped me?"
Sophia's face froze instantly, quickly explaining, "Uh...no! Of course not! What I mean is, you should have an idea how hard a man can slap!"
She was worried Marcus might find out that Thaddeus was the one who crippled his legs.
However, Marcus, though he had not regained his memory, was already aware of what had happened.
He didn't show any signs of surprise. "Just put some ice on it and you'll be fine."
Sophia looked disappointed. "Marcus, don't you understand? What I need is not ice, but your empathy! Can't you show more concern for me? Don't just offer lukewarm sympathy like a stranger."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated. "What kind of attitude do you want from me? Isn't this situation your own making? Maybe if you'd held your tongue, you wouldn't have gotten slapped by your father!"
Sophia looked utterly upset and asked, "Marcus, do you also think that way?"
Marcus didn't bother sugarcoating his words anymore, "Sometimes, it seems like you just love stirring up trouble. Your father traveled all the way here with his wife and younger daughter to see you, and you put him in a difficult position. If I were your father, I'd be angry too."
Sophia was speechless, "Marcus, I..."
Marcus wasn't interested in arguing with her anymore. He turned towards Tristan, "Are you done eating, Tristan?"
Tristan nodded, "Yes, I'm full."
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