Phoebe, fuming with anger, raised her hand to hit me. As her hand was suspended in mid-air, it was firmly caught.

Standing in front of my cold and stern gaze, Phoebe flinched, and a glimmer of fear flashed in her heart.

"Mrs. Oziz, I know that you're afraid with what is going to happen to Ms. Oziz, but that isn't an excuse for you to be cruel to others," I told her.

Standing in front of me, I talked in a low tone. "Uncle Lyon, I'm fine. This is due to me."

I talked to her, my voice stern. "Quiet."

Before his cold stare, I kept quiet, not daring to...