"Mom, your health isn't great. Please sit down and rest," Stephen said, stepping forward to help his mother to a seat.
But before he could even touch her, Charity swung her cane, hitting him hard.
He stumbled back in shock, taking a few steps to steady himself.
Rosalyn, fuming, shouted, "Mom, what are you doing?"
"I'm disciplining my own son—do I need your permission for that?" Charity's stern face didn't soften as she tapped her cane sharply on the floor.
Left with nothing to say, Rosalyn could only bite her tongue and swallow her anger.
"I might not have seen how you mistreated Viola behind my back, but now, right in front of me, you still dare to bully my granddaughter? You'll have to answer to this cane first!" Charity's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Viola's eyes
