Just as I was forcibly suppressing my anger, Vanessa suddenly changed her expression, grabbed Zeke's arm, and slapped him twice across the face. "Slap! Slap!" The crisp sound of the slaps echoed in the corridor, Zeke's little face instantly swelled up, and his heart-wrenching cries immediately pierced the noise of the banquet hall.
I was stunned by her sudden action. Before I could react, Liam rushed over like a madman. He snatched Zeke away and held him in his arms, tenderly stroking his swollen cheeks. His eyes were bloodshot, and when he turned to look at me, his eyes were filled with overwhelming rage and murderous intent, as if I were the demon who had hit the child.
"Clara, what's wrong with you!" Liam's roar made my eardrums hurt. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my collar with such force that he almost choked me. "He's only three years old! How could you lay a hand on such a young child!"