Atticuss young masters temper came up, where he could care about business, he roughly stuffed Scout into the car, and rushed back to the villa.
Scout was scared by Atticuss anger all the way, and didnt dare to speak, until he returned to the villa, he weakly asked: "Atticus, whats wrong with you?"
Looking at his angry appearance, Scouts heart was indescribable...
"Scout Finch, I think you are extremely vulgar!" After speaking, Atticus disregarded his efforts and pulled her into the villa, running all the way to the bedroom, pinching Scouts wrist red and purple.
"Atticus, what are you doing?"
Scout couldnt help but reply angrily, and the next second Atticus pulled her into the bathroom, took the shower and started to wash her, the action was very rude.
Scout was shivering with cold, wanting to struggle.
She was so cold that she grabbed Atticuss hand, and couldnt help but cry: "Atticus, what are you doing? Why no matter what I do, you think I am wrong?"
"What am I doing? Im washing you clean, Scout Finch, you are really vulgar, anyone can come forward to hug and send, everything is what I let you do, I just test you, and sure enough, I didnt see you wrong!"
"You are a real and unadulterated vulgar!" Atticus was so angry that his eyes were red and he roared, holding the shower to the maximum, the cold water kept washing Scout, making her unable to fight back.
Even Atticus himself didnt know where this anger came from, he clearly didnt love her, but when he saw her with President Wilson, he was furious and wanted to kill Scout.
Perhaps because she still has the reputation of Atticuss young lady, and he doesnt want to wear that "green hat".
After washing once, Scout was drenched, Atticus threw the shower without any courtesy, and looked down at her coldly: "If you want me to save your child, wash up and roll to the bed and lie down!"
Atticus was like treating a kitten and a puppy, completely disregarding her feelings, dominating her.
Scout couldnt help but shed a few tears, but there was nothing she could do.
Baby, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, mom will never give up the opportunity to fight for your treatment...
In the dim room, Scout looked at Atticus lying on the bed, his face gloomy, and weakly called out: "Atticus..."
"Roll over here and please me!"
Atticus wanted to see Scout like an animal, only obediently listening to his words, as a venting tool without feelings.
He wanted her to know that he would never treat her well in this life.
As soon as Scout got on the bed and looked at Atticus, a trace of sorrow appeared on her face: "Atticus, can we talk properly? Can we not always be so stiff?"
Atticus sneered coldly: "You, do you have the qualification to talk to me about conditions?"
Scout was stunned, and before she could react, Atticus was like a fierce tiger, bullying her, and Scout didnt even have the room to struggle, forced to bear the pain and pain, allowing Atticus to vent.
"Honey, I love you..."
She clenched her teeth, holding on without making a sound, but when she heard Atticuss Honey, her heart ached and she almost couldnt breathe.
Afterwards, Atticus left with a disgusted face, leaving Scout, who was covered in bruises, enduring the hot pain, lying on the big bed, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes.
This kind of life is really enough.