"You said you were just giving him a little scare?" I stared into my third adopted daughter, Vivian Whitmore's eyes, my voice unvarying.Vivian frowned. She stepped forward and spoke as though she had every right to. "Dad, you've spoiled Adrian Fuller since he was little. Facing some setbacks will be good for him. We're watching from the sidelines, so nothing bad will really happen."I looked at Adrian, who was huddled in the corner.Adrian was shaking all over, his nails digging into the cracks of the floor tiles. The collar of his school uniform was torn, and his strong shoulders were covered in glaring bruises.Even during the years when I was fighting tooth and nail just to survive, I never let Adrian suffer like this."Will nothing bad really happen?" I chuckled softly and walked toward Vivian. "When he really gets beaten to death, would that be considered an accident?"The eldest, Shania Whitmore, reached out to shield Vivian. She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her voice as
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