Chapter 515: 180: Face hurts, Edward Thompson is all stupefied! _2
Frederick Hart slapped Linda Hart across her face.

This daughter of his was becoming increasingly disrespectful.

“Dad! You don’t believe me?” Linda, who already had a bruise on her forehead from the slap, looked extremely dismayed, “I really didn’t do those things!”

Frederick had never been as angry as he was now.

He pointed at Linda, almost unable to contain his rage, “Really? If you didn’t have an abortion, why would Capital City Hospital come forward at this hour to clarify for Miss Thompson and remind you to keep warm after surgery? Tell me, what surgery did you have at the hospital?”

Hearing this.

Linda’s face quickly turned pale, and she felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. She fell on the ground.

How could this be?

Why would Capital City Hospital come forward to clarify for Viola Thompson?

Could it be that Viola hadn’t had an abortion?

But if Viola hadn’t had an abortion, why did she go to the ob-gyn department?

“I’m asking you one more time! Who is that man?” Frederick demanded loudly.

At this juncture, Chloe Armstrong spoke, “Frederick, calm down. Right now, it’s most important for us to appease the Thompson Family and deal with the present crisis!”

If the Thompson Family retaliate, the Hart Group would end up just like the White family.

Everyone remembered what had happened to Iris White!

Family matters can be dealt with later.

Frederick sobered up at this point, “From today onwards, she’s not allowed to leave the house!”

With that, he turned around and left.

Chloe Armstrong followed him out too.

Linda sat on the floor, crying helplessly. A moment later, she took out her phone and upon seeing the official statement put out by Capital City Hospital, she deeply regretted.

Regretted why she took the picture.

And regretted why she posted it on Facebook.

But at this point.

What use was there in regretting?

Frederick and Chloe came to the living room downstairs, he looked at Chloe, “What should we do about this matter?”

The more anxious he was, the more chaotic it became.

As a father, Frederick had no ideas at all.

Why couldn’t Linda offend someone other than Viola?

Wasn’t this equivalent to hitting a rock with an egg?

Chloe poured a glass of water for Frederick, “Firstly, this matter is extremely detrimental to Miss Thompson. Hence, we must show our sincerity to the Thompson Family. Secondly, since Linda caused the problem, she must personally go to the Thompson’s and apologize to Miss Thompson.”

“Whether Miss Thompson can forgive Linda is not important, what’s crucial is that we cannot let Linda harm our Group’s interests.”

The White family was a prime example.

They failed to give the Thompson Family a satisfactory answer, and in the end, they disappeared from the elite circles.

The Hart Family could not repeat their mistake.

Chloe’s words sobered Frederick up instantly, he nodded, “You are right. I’ll go make that unfilial daughter write an apology letter to Miss Thompson right now.”

“Hmm,” Chloe continued, “After she’s written the apology letter, she should apologize to Miss Thompson on Facebook. And then we will personally accompany her to the Thompson’s and apologize.”

Frederick immediately went upstairs to make Linda write an apology letter.

Apology letter?

Hearing these words, Linda felt a profound sense of despair.

Even if she was extremely unwilling, she still had to do as her father dictated.

This apology letter.

She had to write it.

Edward Thompson was still unaware of what had transpired on Facebook.

He arrived at his home.

This was a famous affluent residential district in Capital City.

Landscape Village.

Not only was the greenery inside the community well maintained, but they also kept many rare animals.

Those who could afford to live here were either successful business people or, like Edward Thompson, big stars in the entertainment industry.

Once inside.

Edward Thompson threw himself onto the couch.

He was livid.

And distraught too.

He couldn’t believe that his parents and family were willing to drive him out of the house just for Viola’s sake.

He even began to doubt if he was their biological son.

Edward Thompson sighed.

This movement pulled at his face wounds—a sharp intake of cold air.

It hurt.

Edward took out his phone, intending to call his private doctor over, but then again, remembering that others couldn’t know about his injury, he dispelled the idea.

After putting down the phone, Edward took the first aid kit at home, swallowed a couple of anti-inflammatory drugs, and then dabbed some ointment for a sprain on his face.

At this moment.

Edward’s phone rang.

He didn’t want to pick it up, but seeing the caller ID, he answered, “Sylvia.”

The incident on Facebook had only happened ten minutes ago, so Sylvia was still unaware. She had only called to comfort Edward and try to win his favor.