Amelia had put real force into that kick.
Jackson lay curled up on the ground, his mouth full of blood.
Mary, terrified, didn’t dare say a word. Her face turned pale.
Amelia’s eyes glinted with hostility as she bent down and yanked him up. Her voice was low, but her tone was cold. “I never wanted to lay a hand on anyone in front of Grandma, but someone like you really deserves a beating.”
Jackson shrank back, looking toward Victoria. “Mom, do something! Mom!”
“Now you call me ‘Mom’?” Amelia’s eyes turned crimson as she lifted his face. “When you kicked Grandma out, why didn’t you remember I was your mother?”
*Boom!*
Amelia kicked him again, her aura so fierce that it frightened everyone in the alley.
She had been suppressing herself for too long, always pretending to be something s
