"Who do you think you are to slap my son? What gave you that audacity?" she snarled.
"Aunt, I…" I began not even knowing what to say.
"You think because my husband likes you, you can whatever you want in this house, right?" she said angrily.
I have never seen her this angry before. She looked really mad, like she wanted to chop off my head. I stood there still holding my cheek. Then suddenly another person entered the kitchen. It was Genevieve.
"Mom, why did you slap Daniel? What did he do?" she asked her mother directly.
"Ask that stupid boy standing there? He had the guts to slap your brother. How dare he?" she said and turned to me with anger in her eyes.
Genevieve stood beside me. "If he slapped him, then he has every right to do so."
"What?! What did you just say? Are you defending this brat? No, I refuse to believe it."