“Babe, why are you crying? Who is responsible for the bruises on your face? Hanks asked again.

“Susan was here,” Linda said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“She slapped me twice, it was so hard,”

“Tell me you are joking,” Hanks said, anger flashing in his gaze.

“Don't worry, don't bother about me, Hanks. Your son… she threw him on the floor and if it wasn't for the fur over there, he would have been at the hospital,”

“Ohhh, my poor baby,” Linda collapsed on the plush cushion adjacent to the big bed and started weeping profusely.

Hanks could not believe his ears as he rushed to his...