Gilbert shot Claire a cold glance.
Her almond-shaped eyes were frosted with ice. Though her delicate face still carried a faint flush of anger, there was a calm, steely resolve in her expression. Every line of her posture radiated defiance and pride, as if she were ready to stand her ground against power and fight to the bitter end.
He spoke with indifference. "It's just kids having a fight. Every child gets into arguments now and then. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of it?"
Claire didn't flinch.
"Mr. Watson, open your eyes. This wasn't some harmless scuffle between children. It was an adult encouraging a child to assault a five-year-old girl. That's serious. I have to stand up for my daughter. If I can't even do that, then I don't deserve to be Hilary's mother."
Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
