Ana's POV
My hand was itching to give her another slap. I have never justified violence, but when she cursed my daughter, rage blinded me, and I sought to silence her.
I didn't care about that look of deep hatred and resentment. It was as if with just her eyes, she was telling me more than a thousand insults, but I didn't feel inferior to her; on the contrary, I knew that woman, despite her wealth, was the most vulgar person I had ever met. Speaking disparagingly of my daughter was something I would never allow.
But all her hatred turned into the role of victim in just a few seconds.
Belial was watching his grandmother's reddened cheek attentively. Of course, the woman was the first to speak, seeking to win her grandson's favor. I thought he would react in her favor, as it wouldn't sur
