"I'm talking to my mom. This has nothing to do with you."
The next second, Vivian's eyes welled up. She dropped to her knees and started kowtowing frantically.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I'll never talk to Mom and Dad again. I won't let them help me anymore. Don't be mad—I'm leaving right now..."
Her forehead split open, blood trickling down, and the baby in her arms started wailing.
Mom rushed forward to shield her.
"How dare you! What right do you have to speak to my daughter like that! I'll take care of my daughter if I want to—what's it to you!"
Someone recognized them and whipped out their phone to livestream.
The comments exploded.
"Wait, isn't this the family harassed by that shameless neighbor? What's happening?"
"That shrew IS the neighbor, isn't she? She actually showed up? How thick can someone's skin be?"
"If I got tangled up with a psycho like this, either I die or she dies! This poor woman is too kind!"
Dad came downstairs to this scene.
His eyes went red with fury.
Without asking a single question, he stormed over and slapped me.