PAH!
The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room like a whip.
"Don't call me mother, you filthy brat!" she hissed, her eyes brimming with venomous disdain. "Who's your mother?"
Daniel was struck with such force that one of his teeth flew out, a grim testament to the sheer brutality behind the blow.
Shock flooded him—not just from the searing pain, but from the sheer disbelief of what had just happened.
He turned slowly, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend.
He looked at the young woman.
Her face—once warm and gentle—was now contorted into something monstrous and malicious.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Her attitude had shifted faster than the flip of a page.
"Father—" he murmured, still clinging to hope.
PO!
The next moment, Daniel's small body was sent flying by a savage kick from the adopted father's right leg.
He crashed to the floor, coughing blood.
His stomach—where the blow had landed—throbbed and twisted in unbearable pain.
