I couldn't stop my voice from shaking. Over the years, Charlotte had always called my mom a mistress and even made a move. Even though my mom had clearly married after her biological mom died.
“Bang-” The door was suddenly pushed open.
Charlotte stepped in on her high heels. She casually threw her bag on the sofa.
“Charlotte, why did you push my mom?” I couldn't help but open my mouth.
“Who made her a mistress?”
She raised her hand and slapped my mom in the face. My brain exploded. By the time I reacted, my slap had already been thrown in Charlotte's face.
“I'll say it again to you that my mom is not a mistress! My mom only entered the door three years after your mom died!”
I was shaking all over. My mom pulled me back in a panic.
She said, “Don't argue. Please, don't argue, we're all family.”
Charlotte sneered, “Stinker bitch! Whose family is with you?”
She slapped again with her backhand. My mom staggered and hit the wall. The bright red palm prints immediately surfaced on her face.
I completely broke down, but my raised hand was interrupted by a loud shout in the air.
“Gaundetia, what are you doing?”