As Sienna swung at me, her face was full of triumph and malice. She cursed under her breath as if I were just a stray dog waiting to be slaughtered.
I heard a faint sound...
The expected slap didn't come. I opened my eyes in confusion.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up!
Sienna's hand was gripped tightly by a woman.
If I wasn't mistaken, the impeccably dressed woman with the perfect makeup standing before me was my biological mother.
The mole at the corner of her eye was the same as mine!
My birth mother held Sienna's hand firmly, her usually gentle voice filled with anger and coldness.
"Madam, this is not how you raise a child.
"The days of children being beaten and scolded at will are over. On the contrary, if you beat a child into rebellion, it won't be good."
My birth mother looked delicate and fragile, but her strength was surprisingly great.
She effortlessly gripped Sienna's rough and thick wrist with one hand, her expression unchanged.
Sienna struggled, trying to pull her hand back, but couldn't break free. Sienna's face changed at her words, her expression contorted.