"Dad...you, you actually hit me..." Evelyn Lucas held her face, incredulous.
Other than her brother, the person she loved most was Theodore Lucas. She never expected Theodore would lay a hand on her.
"Father didn't mean to." Theodore Lucas's voice was a bit hoarse; at this moment, he also felt immensely heavy-hearted.
However, he did not forget his purpose, forcing himself to harden his heart.
"Evelyn, don't be willful, quickly kneel and kowtow to Uncle."
Theodore Lucas, ignoring the fact that Evelyn had just been hit, stepped forward to press her down, ready to push her to the ground.
Just as the two were struggling, a dignified and steady voice suddenly spoke up.
"Forget it... if she doesn't want to kneel, then let it be. Theodore, you should know, I've never liked girls."
In Theodore Lucas's mind, Maxwell Lucas always had a bit of a patriarchal and male-centric attitude.
