Before I could say anything, the little boy glared at me viciously and shouted, "Bitch, get out of here!"
Without thinking, I slapped him.
The little boy froze for a moment, then clutched his face and ran toward the villa, crying.
As he ran, he screamed, "Mom! Dad! Someone hit me!"
I had already guessed that this boy was Sophia’s son, but the moment he called out "Dad," a shiver ran through my heart.
The "Dad" he called out could not be Simon, right?
Moments later, a man and a woman stepped out of the villa, their expressions unfriendly. It was Sophia and Simon.
The instant they saw me, their faces shifted.
Sophia’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. After a brief moment of confusion, she curved her lips into a taunting, sarcastic smile.
Simon, on the other hand, looked flustered.
The little boy pointed at me, crying loudly, “Dad! Mom! She hit me! You have to make her pay!”
Simon rushed over, forcing an awkward smile. “Honey, why are you here?”
I shot him a cold glare, my voice sharp with anger. “Do I need your permission to come here?”