Looking at Christine's face with tears, listening to her accusation and heartbreaking crying, which was not like lying at all, but aggrieved, he got angrier, face obscure.

His wife, even if she really wanted it, he would have a way to get it!

Not to mention his wife indeed got wronged.

Franklin's eyes exuded a gloomy, dreadful coldness, making others fearful. He asked coldly, "Father, what's going on here?"

"Chris, Chris... "Evan stumbled over his words.

Christine stared at him fixedly, stretched out her soft little hand, and tugged on his trouser leg, "I don't blame daddy. It's all my fault for falling down. I didn't think I was too weak. it seems like I just got pushed and fell down."

Evan's eyebrows tightened, she might as well shut up. The explanation all instead made Franklin even angrier.

"Fell down after being pushed a bit?" Franklin loosened his button, his voice dull, " What about father helping me perform that?"

Evan's face turned pale, unable to pop out half a word.