APOLOGY WITH PRIDE

Hearing those words, old Mrs. Shun clenched her fist as soon as she ended the call. Breathing heavily like someone who had just escaped being killed, her countenance changed with her face growing darker with anger at every passing second, raising tension in the minds of all who were at the table, but no one dared to ask.

“Mo–ther, is—” Grey tried to demand from her what could be the problem, but he instantly went mute the moment the resounding slap launched on Cynthia by his mother echoed in his ear, followed by the rattling sound of a falling chair.

“Ahhh!” Cynthia let out a loud scream...