"Mother, are you hurt? Are you okay…" Lily pulled Sylvia Scott's hand over, inspecting it carefully.
Her mother's hands were fair, smooth, and delicate. If they got injured just because she beat up those three disgusting creeps, it would really be a loss.
"Baby, don't worry. Even though I haven't really lifted a hand in these past few years, I'm still capable. Dealing with small fry like them isn't a problem…"
Nolan Lucas was a bit more troublesome, after all, he had some skills.
But Nolan didn't even dare be too rough with her. When he saw her slap both Evelyn Lucas and Tara Hammond across the face a few times, he only stepped in to mildly intervene.
"It's good you're fine. Still, next time when you're alone, be careful. After all, they have the numbers…"
"Hmph, do you really think they'd dare lay a hand on me? If I got hurt, forget your Daddy—your uncle alone would be enough to give them hell!"
