"Who hit my daughter?" Isaac's gaze hardened as he looked at the Goulds.
Willow stood up abruptly. With an arrogant look, she said, "It was me! I was the one who beat that little bastard child. So what?! Are you going to hit me in front of all these people?!"
Seeing Willow's smug attitude, the smile on Isaac's face widened. "Okay... Which hand did you hit Isabella with?"
"My right hand, of course! That little, greedy child doesn't deserve to eat our family's birthday cake. She's nothing but the bastard child of a bitchy widow!" Willow crossed her arms, her expression disdainful.
Isaac pointed at the fingers on Willow's right hand and calmly, "Chop them off..."
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