Alexander failed to dodge in time and got hit on the head.

Drake wanted to hit him more, but the officers managed to restrain him.

Although there was a brief commotion, the situation soon calmed. However, blood was flowing from Alexander's forehead, where he had been struck with the handcuffs. He applied pressure to his wound, and blood dripped through his fingers.

Lena screamed and rushed over to check on him.

"You wretch! How dare you curse your father!" Drake couldn't strike Alexander due to the officers restraining him, so he began shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Lena, you're the one who's a bad influence on my son! How can you curse your own father? Aren't you afraid of going to hell? Let me make this clear! You will always be my son, no matter where you go. My blood runs through your veins, and you'll forever be a disgrace!"

Pete's eyes blazed with anger. "Are you finished with your nonsense, Mr. Dickinson?"

"No, no!" Drake started throwing a tantrum. "You officers want to control everything, and now you want to interfere when I'm teaching my son a lesson? Not only will I discipline my son, but I also want to teach that woman a lesson!"

a stormy night from many years

She wasn't a good girl at home... She was not a good girl at all... when I

in the crowd, instantly hushing the

knew she was going

what was Drake talking

was shocked, unable to react at that moment. His instinctive gaze locked onto Lena. He noticed sadness clouding

clear eyes

even witnessed her lips parting slightly, her breath coming in

grin grew

swiftly signaled for the officers to escort

party hall fell

under a paralyzing spell. Her face turned pale, and it seemed as though

stared blankly at Drake's departing figure. Her trembling fists were the only sign of

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