Damon Hawke never expected that Victoria Don would truly, as Elara Don had said, abuse her own son in secret.
His handsome face was grim, exuding an uncontrollable violent aura.
"Dad."
Beside him, Dominic Hawke's eyes gleamed as he tentatively tugged at Damon's sleeve.
It was the first time he'd seen his father get this angry at his mother.
Was it because of him?
Did he feel hurt when he saw his mother pinch him?
Damon's cold aura slightly dissipated when he saw Dominic.
He calmed his temper and lifted up his shirt to check: "Are you okay?"
There were a few red marks on the little guy's arm.
They were obviously from pinching.
Instantly, his aura sank again.
Dominic shook his head, but leaned a bit closer, relying on him.
Damon lightly pressed his thin lips together, picked up the little guy, and tucked him into the covers.
Turning around, his sharp gaze swept over the woman struggling to get up from the floor as he approached step by step.
