However, I had seen that same expression before. I recognized the hidden cruelty behind her innocent mask. That possessive, determined glint in her eyes chilled me to the bone.
I frowned and quickly ushered my daughter into the car. I was still too scared that cold sweats broke out across my forehead.
Aaron handed me a tissue and he asked in concern, “Are you feeling okay? Are you sick? You’re not acting like yourself today. Cassandra's just a kid so you didn’t have to go that hard on her.”
My daughter also looked at me. There was sadness and confusion on her face as she said, "You look truly terrifying today, Mommy."
I tried so hard to calm down and after I did, I stretched my arm and stroked my soft little head gently.
"Ella, listen. Although doing good deeds is important, you have to know who the person you are helping is. Some people know how to be thankful while the others ... well, they don't know how to do that, instead they might stab you in the back."
Then I said again, "You're still young ... but Ella, I hope someday you'll understand that everything I do is for our family's protection."