However, my mother had already deciphered the meaning of my words and whom I was referring to. She began to speak, but I promptly cut her off, asserting, "I know. So why don't you wait for me to handle everything? We can address it all at once." I shook my head at her and raised an eyebrow, emphasizing my point. "Besides, don't you think she also needs the same support as Grandma Celia right now?"
My mother averted her gaze, her eyes still filled with anger. "But she should have known better," she muttered. Without hesitation, I flicked my fingers against her forehead and swiftly gave her a light slap on her ass, scolding her, "I won't appreciate it if you say or do anything inappropriate before I arrive. You know that, right?" She instinctively held her buttocks and shot a reproachful gaze at me for the public display.
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