"Ermm, i, i, ermmm, was–." Her speech was interrupted by Dylan.
"Are you normal!?" He asked harshly.
"Do you think this is a playground?" He asked rhetorically, moving towards her.
Her hand was still on her cheek, sobbing quietly.
"Go on your knees!" He commanded.
Amelia, trying to adjust her dress which had been stained from a coffee spill, immediately knelt down, bowing her head, sobbing quickly, her hand still maintaining its place on her cheek. She keeps wondering why mother and son would be alike in their cruel ways, she concludes in her heart that the Blackwood's are one of the malevolent billionaires on earth.
"Why are you this dirty?" Dylan asked with a disdainful look.