The pain made him release the knitted flower, but he immediately slapped me across the face.
Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, and I almost lost my balance from the blow.
Seeing the slap mark on my face, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly furrowed his brows and said, "Amber, this is what you owe River. I'm just paying it back for her."
River, seeing how fiercely I was protecting the knitted silver chrysanthemum, said, "Tom, I only want that flower. Don't hurt Amber for my sake."
Tom's tone softened slightly as he reached out and demanded. "Be good, Just give it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, I slapped him back.
"This is what you owe me, and I'm taking it back myself."
He was caught off guard, completely shocked.
It seemed he had never expected that I, who didn't even dare to speak loudly to him, would lay a hand on him today.
Even River was stunned.
"You actually hit Tom over a cheap trinket!"
Cheap?
My daughter was gone, and seeing it felt like seeing her. It was my emotional support.
It was priceless.
Whether it was out of guilt or something else, Tom didn't lose his temper and grabbed me as I was about to get into a taxi.