Anna Grace looked at Yuan with a cold expression, though inwardly she felt a faint pang of guilt, wondering if she had gone too far with the "punishment." Red marks still lingered across his body.
'It's fine. He needs to learn not to make me worry like that ever again. He deserves this lesson,' she told herself, her gaze unwavering as she studied her beloved son.
"Did you learn from this? Are you going to repeat the same mistake again, Darling?" she asked, her voice cold yet laced with a strange allure, her stern eyes fixed on him.
Yuan quickly nodded, too afraid to meet her eyes directly. He knew one wrong move could spark her anger again—and perhaps more punishment.
'This is unbelievable! Where did my kind, gentle, and overprotective Mom go?! This isn't like her at all—she suddenly turned so cold and cruel!' Yuan cried inwardly, shivering under her gaze.
