"Mom?"
"You kids stay out of this. This is an adult conversation, step back!" Clara's mom snapped without even glancing over her shoulder.
Clara was absolutely stunned, and both Simon and Alex stood paralyzed in shock.
Daniel, who had been gearing up to unleash a torrent of legal threats, quietly clamped his mouth shut, opting to watch the show.
Veronica frowned.
Staring at this utterly middle-class woman stepping up to challenge her, she scoffed internally.
These pathetic, blue-collar nobodies were terrified of conflict. She assumed the woman just wanted to play peacemaker to avoid a messy public scene.
"Mrs. Bridges, this is a private matter between a mother and her son. I strongly suggest you mind your own business."
Clara's mom let out a chilling sneer, entirely unfazed by her condescension.
"Who the hell are you calling Mrs. Bridges? Don't pretend we're family."
Veronica's expression darkened ominously. "Excuse me?"
"Are you too dense to understand plain English?"
Gritting her teeth, right when everyone expected another verbal lashing, Clara's mom suddenly raised her right hand and swung with everything she had.
Smack!
The vicious slap echoed like a gunshot, leaving the entire room in a state of absolute shock. Even Rhys was startled, his eyes snapping open.
Clara was the most stunned of all.
In all her years, she had barely ever seen her mother raise her voice, let alone physically assault someone.
Veronica clutched her stinging cheek, staring at her in sheer, unadulterated disbelief.
"You... you hit me?! You actually put your hands on me?!"
"Hitting you is a mercy! If I wasn't worried about scaring the kids, I would've thrown you straight out that damn window!"
"You psycho—"
"Shut your mouth!" Clara's mom went completely ballistic, refusing to let Veronica finish. "You're a cornered rat, and now that you finally need him, you want to play the loving mother?! He's fighting for his life in that bed, and you didn't even bother to ask if he was in pain! All you care about is squeezing money and favors out of him! What kind of black, rotted heart do you have? Have you absolutely no shame?!"
Veronica trembled uncontrollably, her decades of carefully cultivated elegance shattering into a million pieces. "This is my family! You have absolutely no right to interfere!"

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