The Thompson Villa.

 

Slap!

“How could you be so stupid?” The one who spoke was Eva Thompson, her face flushed with anger as her palm connected with Scarlet's cheek.

For the first time ever, she had raised her hand against her own flesh and blood—her precious daughter, who she had always treated like an egg, never to be broken.

“I warned you, didn’t I? I told you not to do anything stupid. Now look what you've done!” Eva’s voice echoed in the grand hall of the villa, a stark contrast to the usually peaceful atmosphere that always enveloped the Thompson household.

Scarlet stood frozen, her cheek stinging from the slap....