Chances to Another Life

83. Getting On My Nerves

They say, a man who hits a woman is a coward and a scoundrel. But would you agree if I slapped a mother like Anne just once, who has been extremely unreasonable with her child?

I was almost about to deliver that slap if I hadn't caught a glimpse of Celine's shadow on Anne's face. I released my grip on her shirt until she bumped into the door.

My anger still boiled inside me, causing my breath to rise and fall rapidly. I could also see a few people peeking curiously into my house, quickly turning away when our eyes met. I was sure my earlier yelling had piqued their curiosity.

"Hah, so you have manners too?" Anne said arrogantly.

I looked at her sharply. "Don't talk to me about manners, you even hit her often. You should be ashamed of yourself," I replied emphatically.

"Don't expect me to thank you for saving her!" she exclaimed, pointing to Celine, who fortunately was still sound asleep.

"Oh? So you knew your daughter was poisoned, yet you pretended not to know on the street earlier?