Pulling a stern look, Blair spoke harshly, “I’m asking you one more time. How did you get hurt?” Nicki bit her lip, and her eyes welled up. Did her father know she was lying? Covering her mouth, Olivia dared not say a word. She could sense that Blair was furious. What should she do? Had he caught on? Blair said angrily, “I’m asking you, Nicole Fowler!” “Dad…” Even an adult could not look Blair in the eye when it was tense, much less a kid. “I’m sorry, Dad. I-I was wrong. I lied. The bad woman didn’t hit me. Sob, sob… I’m sorry, Dad…” Turning as white as a sheet, Nicki climbed out of bed and fell on her knees in tears. Olivia looked at Nicki with a pale face, her heart in her throat. Blair scowled and clenched his fists. “Who hit you?” Nicki kneeled, shaking and avoiding eye contact with her mother. She wept a while before stammering, “I-It was someone from school. I’m not a good kid. I fought in school. Please punish me, Dad. I’m sorry.” Relieved, Olivia fel
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