Viessa sighed deeply. Then stepped forward, her voice stern yet composed.
"You two—stop."
Liana froze instantly, fist still raised mid-air.
Gloria's hands halted just before twisting Javier's leg any further.
"But Mother—" Liana protested weakly.
"No buts," Viessa said firmly. She turned her eyes sharply toward Javier, who was now sprawled pitifully on the floor, bruised and thoroughly beaten.
"You, young man. After this, go take a bath immediately." Viessa then turned back to her daughter. "And Liana?"
"Yes, Mother?" Liana lowered her fist obediently.
"Prepare some proper clothing for him. Take something from your brother's wardrobe and give it to this boy."
Liana sighed, reluctantly lowering her fists completely. "Yes, Mother."
Viessa turned toward the door, shaking her head slightly as she exited.
Just before leaving, she glanced back at Javier with narrowed eyes, cheeks faintly red.
"And please… refrain from mistaking me for my daughter again, young man."
