Edgar had a dark, hostile expression.

"I won't!" Sheila bit her lips, not moving.

"You—!" Edgar raised his arm, about to strike her again, when Dustin grabbed him.

He said coldly, "Try that again, and I'll break your arm!"

"You impudent bastard!"

"Let go of Sir Edgar!"

The soldiers advanced toward them. Their fiery stares fixated on Dustin and their gun aimed at him.

"Stop it right there!" Suddenly, someone roared from the outside.

Everyone turned to look to see a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance rush in with a beautiful lady.

It was Sheila's parents, Caden Murray and Lily Doyle.

"Edgar, what exactly did Sheila do that you have to point a gun at her?" Caden questioned coldly.

He saw that slap as clear as day.

"Caden, Roxanne was harmed and is still lying at the hospital. I'm just trying to track down the culprit," Edgar stated firmly.

"Are you implying that Shiela is the culprit?" Caden asked with narrowed eyes.

"Sheila may not be the culprit, but her friends w