"You witch, what did you just say?" Mrs. White erupted, clutching her daughter tightly, her eyes filled with venom as she glared at Crystal Foster. "A woman like you, without any manners, only managed to marry Martin Riley because you had a brat."
"Brat?" Crystal narrowed her eyes, her hands, previously resting on her lap, unclenched. She stood up, walked over to Mrs. White, and without hesitation, slapped her across the face. "What gives you the right to talk about my son? You, who raised a daughter to be a homewrecker, are the one with no manners!"
Matthew Hart had been listening at the door. Hearing the slap, he immediately entered the room, followed by his wife. "Sweetheart, who bullied you? With your godfather and godmother here today, let's see who dares to mess with my goddaughter!"
