Helena was in utter disarray, crying like a frail little kitten: "Baby, help me... my sister has gone crazy..."
This is so damn annoying! I pressed Helena into the mess on the ground.
With a snip, I cut off her hair.
In the next second, my scalp tightened as someone pulled me up by my hair.
Calvin's icy voice came: "Skye, have you had enough of your madness? Apologize to your sister."
I was enraged: "Scum man and slut, I wish you a happy marriage!"
Calvin slammed me against the wall, "Is that so? Then let Helena settle things herself."
Helena, with her messy short hair, got up from the ground and was about to slap me.
Suddenly, a calm voice came.
"Well, before you act, I suggest you think about the consequences."
A simple sentence easily silenced the scene.
Rodrigo, who should have been on a plane, appeared in the Bowers family villa.
My father's expression changed, "Mr. Paul... How did you come here?"
Calvin sneered, "Rodrigo, mind your own business. My dog, I'll hit however I want."
"Is that so?"
Rodrigo walked over calmly, picked up a bottle of wine, and without blinking, smashed it on Calvin's head.
With a bang.
Red wine exploded on his head.
"So if I don't like your dog, can I hit it whenever I want?"
Calvin was stunned by the blow, covering his forehead and yelling indignantly: "Are you crazy? You stole my business deals, why are you hitting me?"
Rodrigo ignored him, his gaze sweeping over my father.
"Mr. Bowers, is it the Bowers Family's way to watch men hit women?"
My father laughed awkwardly: "This... This is our family matter."
Rodrigo found the only spot of cleanliness in the hall and sat down elegantly,
"Fine, family matter. Let them solve it themselves. Miss Bowers, you can continue."
My father held back his anger, "Frankly speaking, Mr. Paul, what does this have to do with you? In what capacity are you intervening?"
Rodrigo lifted his eyelids and said very gently: "I'm Skye's husband. Do you think this identity is sufficient to intervene?"
When he said this, the surroundings fell silent.
My father's face twitched, "You... What did you say?"
I shook off the cream from my head and looked at him, chest puffed out: "Dad, I got my marriage certificate with him."
Calvin raised his head sharply, his face turning ashen: "Rodrigo, she's my fiancée! You're the third wheel!"
Rodrigo smiled lightly, deflecting the situation with ease:
"Oh, Mr. Stewart, you have a fiancée, so who are you getting engaged to today?"
"Moreover, both of us have a marriage certificate. Compared to me, you're the one who looks like a discarded—third wheel."
"You—"
My father, after a brief shock, immediately tried to smooth things over: "It's all a misunderstanding..."
"Today is Helena and President Mr. Stewart's engagement banquet. It's a great honor to have Mr. Paul visit our humble abode."
I suspect that I might have messed up my father's brain earlier.
How could he say such crazy things?
The scene was still deathly silent.
Helena, afraid that I would continue to beat her, cried and clung to Calvin in a fit of coquetry:
"Baby, my hair was cut like this, I can't show my face anymore... Waaah..."
Rodrigo acted as if he hadn't heard anything, looking at me: "Skye, come here."
I walked over, covered in dirt.
Rodrigo took out a tissue to wipe the stains off my body.
"How could you be bullied like this after not seeing you for just a day?"
Calvin choked, "She was bullied? Are you blind?"
Rodrigo gave him a cold glance, "She's usually clean and tidy, but she comes home looking like this. What else could it be if not being bullied?"
Helena cried even more sorrowfully.
