Deewa fiercely yanked the thin blanket off Fanga's body, pulling her foot roughly as she scolded, "What, are you afraid of losing face, what face do you even have left to lose?"
"Stay still!"
The slap rang out sharply. Fanga took the blow to her face without surprise, merely covering her cheek and trembling fearfully, not daring to resist. It seemed she was accustomed to such treatment.
Deewa's eyes were fierce and sharp as she cursed, "You bitch, what are you pretending for? You brought so much misery upon us, and now you're acting pitiful, is that it?"
Luis was utterly dumbfounded, and at that moment, the door was actually pushed open.
Deewa's grandmother stood at the doorway, coldly watching her own daughter's tear-streaked face, her heart seemingly untouched by any ripple of emotion.
