Emily Parker and Carlos just returned to Cloud Lake Villa, and as soon as they entered the hall, a crisp slap tore through the tranquil air.
"Smack!"
Old Lady Carter raised her hand, and a slap landed on Mrs. Carter's pale cheek, leaving five bright red finger marks.
Mrs. Carter turned her head away from the blow, and a pearl earring fell to the ground.
"Mom!"
Maria Carter rushed over from the side. She had just returned, not even having time to put down her backpack, and she stood protectively in front of her mother like a mother hen guarding her chicks.
"Grandma, what gives you the right to hit mom?"
Old Lady Carter's silver hair was impeccably styled, and the gold embroidery on her dark green cheongsam gleamed coldly.
She leaned on her cane, her phoenix eyes slanted, and her voice was like ice,
"I discipline my own daughter, and you think you can interfere? Go back to your room!"
Emily Parker's fingers unconsciously dug into her palm.
