A girl stood before his car with a swollen face, her body covered in blood, and several bruises marring her exposed skin. Evidently, she had been beaten severely.

With quivering lips, Mavis implored, "Mr. Fowler, please help me plead with Mrs. Fowler to spare me. | only intended to keep the child company yesterday. | truly didn't mean any harm. | had no idea she was unwell."

Waylen swung open the car door and tossed in his briefcase.

‘As he looked at Mavis, he lit a cigarette and inquired, "Why did you go to the kindergarten to find my daughter?”

Mavis trembled visibly.