Sheila trembled at Amanda’s murderous glare. Even so, she still managed a scornful smile, prideful as ever.
“What? You want to stand up for that little bastard? He’s just some stray my little uncle picked up—what, are we not even allowed to say that?” Sheila sneered venomously.
Amanda was shaking with rage. “He’s just a child! How could you say something so vicious to a child?” Her voice trembled with every word. Just what kind of pain had her precious son suffered all these years?
Sheila snorted. “He shouldn’t have come to the Schmidt family. He’s just a bast—”
Smack.
Before she could finish, Amanda’s slap landed hard across her face.
“Ah! You b***h! You dare hit me?” Sheila screamed. Born into luxury, she’d never even been splashed with cold water, let alone struck.
Smack.
Amanda
