No matter what it was, Autumn Ellison picked up the nearest item and hurled it at Walter Sutton.
Later, she angrily grabbed a vase and threw it towards Walter Sutton's head.
With a loud crash, the vase hit Walter Sutton's forehead and shattered on the ground.
Walter Sutton staggered slightly, dark red blood slowly trickling down his forehead.
Autumn Ellison paused, then sneered, "Is this an act of self-pity with me?"
Walter Sutton touched his forehead, noticing his hand covered in blood, but he said nothing more. He just walked up to Autumn Ellison, "I'm fine. I said, no matter how much you hit or scold me today, I won't say a word. As long as it makes you feel better."
"Oh my God, sir, are you alright?"
The caretaker pushed the door open, seeing Walter Sutton's head covered in blood, and was startled. Quickly turning around to go find a doctor.
Autumn Ellison gave him a cold glance, "Just leave, don't ever appear in front of me again."
