Amara's POV

"FELIXXX, Mom is talking to you! Not with the statue," I said angrily.

I sighed, trying to calm down the frustration in my heart.

Felix remained with his cold demeanor, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I grabbed my son's shoulder. "Felix..." I called him for the second time.

"Aaaa..." I groaned.

My body was thrown against the wall and I fell to the floor, not far from the doorway.

I held my elbow, knee, and back which felt painful. Meanwhile, Felix approached me with a confused expression.

"Mom, forgive Felix. Felix didn't do it on purpose!" Felix helped me to stand and put me on...