Chapter 279 Backing Arrives
Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, and Isla all felt deeply humiliated!
Mrs. Medici actually said that hitting Isla was dirty and tiring work?
How dirty could Isla's face be?
Seeing all members of the Medici family launching attacks, leaving only Steven undecided, Mr. Wilson cautiously called out, "Mr. Medici..."
"Aren't you doing anything?" Steven looked at him coldly, cutting off his last trace of hope. "Do you want someone else to do it for you?"
Everyone wanted the Wilson family to discipline their daughter.
In the end, Mr. Wilson could only walk over, clench his teeth, close his eyes, and give Isla a hard slap.
Isla had already endured more than ten slaps from Abella just now, and now one more slap would leave her unable to hear from one ear. The pained expression on her face didn't seem fake.
But the noble ladies nearby continued to make sarcastic remarks.
"The slap was so light, if we didn't know any better, we would think you were tickling your daughter."
"Insulting Mrs. Medici is insulting all of us. Since you can't do it, let us do it!"
"If we don't smash this piece of trash's face today, the three of you will never step outside this door!"
Isla looked at her parents being harassed by everyone and tears welled up in her eyes. She cried out, "Don't force my parents anymore. It was my own loose tongue and wrong words. I'll take responsibility for the consequences. I'll give myself the next slap!"
She cried while slapping herself, with a pitiful appearance as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Except for her parents, no one fell for her act, especially those noble ladies, who made disgusted expressions one after another.
"Isla..." Mr. Wilson didn't expect her to put so much strength into each slap, and he couldn't bear to look at her in pain.
"Enough, stop hitting yourself." Mrs. Wilson saw that Isla kept slapping herself, her lips bleeding, and became even more heartbroken. "Isla, stop it! I'm begging you. Just look at your swollen face!"
Isla fiercely slapped herself more than ten times, both ears were deaf, her vision became even more blurred. She didn't know if she hit too hard, but suddenly, she fainted and lost consciousness.
"Isla, Isla?" Mrs. Wilson pushed through the crowd and rushed over to support her. "Are you okay?"
Seeing her daughter's swollen face, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer and they streamed down her face.
"Ms. Medici, my daughter has fainted. Can we put an end to this matter today? We admit our incompetence in raising our daughter. Here, once again, I apologize sincerely and solemnly to you and especially to Abella."
Mr. Wilson bowed formally, bending over ninety degrees to apologize.
However, Mrs. Medici saw through Isla's tricks at a glance and casually said, "I'll count to three. If she doesn't wake up, the Wilson Group can forget about establishing a foothold in New York from now on."
"Ms. Medici, my daughter has fainted, and you..." Mrs. Wilson's words were interrupted.
Mrs. Medici indifferently began counting, "One."
"Her face is swollen like this, and there's blood at the corner of her mouth. Mrs. Medici, you still won't let her off? As an adult, you are making it difficult for a woman. Aren't you afraid..." Mrs. Wilson couldn't finish her sentence.
"Two." Mrs. Medici continued counting nonchalantly. She wasn't afraid of anything. Why should she fear a few insignificant ants?
As Mrs. Medici was about to say three, Isla suddenly opened her eyes and pretended to be panicked. She asked, "Mom, where am I? What happened to me?"
"Isla, you woke up? Are you okay?" Mrs. Wilson wanted to touch her face but was afraid of hurting her. Unable to contain her concern, she said, "You fainted just now. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Does your face hurt?"
"I'm not in the mood to watch your theatrics." Mrs. Medici directly intervened. "I won't repeat myself for the third time. I demand that your entire family apologizes to my daughter!"
It turned out that the apologies from the Wilson couple just now weren't enough. Mrs. Medici wanted the whole family, Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, and Isla, to bow and apologize to Abella.
Several other noble ladies around also demanded their apologies.
"If you don't apologize, don't expect to do business in New York anymore."
"The entire family should apologize to Abella!"
In the end, Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, and Isla could only endure the humiliation and go to Abella. They bent over ninety degrees.
"I'm sorry."
They spoke in unison. They had never acted so humble in their lives.
"Abella, it's my fault for not educating your sister well, and for her making you unhappy. I apologize!"
"Abella, please forgive Isla. Considering that we were once a family, I beg you."
"I'm sorry, sister. Abella, please forgive me! I will never speak recklessly again."
The three of them remained bowed, afraid to lift their heads.
For the first time in their lives, they lowered their heads and admitted their mistakes to Abella!
Phillipe touched Abella's hair and indulgently said, "If you're not satisfied, I can make them kneel down and apologize, or would you like to see them go bankrupt?"
The faces of the Wilson family turned pale with fear, afraid that Phillipe might turn these words into reality.
Because he has the means for it!
"No need." Abella didn't want to see them anymore and impatiently said, "Go away."
Mr. Wilson regained his senses, lifted his gaze, and looked at the daughter whom they had once looked down upon. She had now become someone they couldn't afford to provoke, leaving him with mixed feelings.
He had thought that her biological family, living in the shantytown, would want to distance themselves from her.
"Thank you, thank you..." He himself never expected that one day he would have to thank Abella for sparing them and no longer humiliating them.
He was about to leave with Mrs. Wilson and Isla, feeling dejected.
"Hold on."
A powerful voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw an energetic old man walking out from the crowd.
He wore an expensive suit and was accompanied by two assistants with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Mr. Wilson recognized him instantly. He was the head of the renowned foreign venture capital group, IMoon Group.
His group was even bigger than the Q. Rowe Price group. Originally, he made his fortune through a small business, and later, when funds were abundant, he focused on investments.
His gaze was fierce and ruthless. Once he set his sights on a project, his investments never missed. Over the past few decades, he had invested in numerous industries, amassing tremendous personal wealth.
Mr. Wilson had been fortunate enough to meet him a few times before and knew that he was an old friend of his mother, Barbara. They had met only a few times due to his mother's long stays abroad.
Was he here today for the land?
He must have coincidentally witnessed the previous incident, so he decided to stand up for them, the Wilson family, out of consideration for his mother.
With these thoughts in mind, Mr. Wilson felt like he had someone to rely on, and he quickly stepped forward and said, "Long time no see."
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