I slowly walked toward my mother. The woman I had respected my whole life was a monster.
“Ma,” I said, my voice shaking. “Because of you… my child was almost harmed. Because of you, my wife has been suffering.”
“That’s just discipline!”
“That’s not discipline. That’s abuse.”
I took out my phone.
“Guard,” I called the security outside. “Come in. Now.”
Two security guards entered.
“Ma,” I said coldly. “Leave.”
“W-What?! You’re kicking me out?! I’m your mother!”
“Yes. And she is my wife. She is my family now. And I won’t let you hurt them for even one more second.”
I pointed to the door.
“Pack your bags, Ma. The driver will take you back to the province. I’m cutting off your allowance and your access to this house. You are no longer welcome here.”
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