"Hubby, I understand your concerns for our child! Give me the stick first!"
The middle-aged woman stepped forward, her voice calm but turning submissive from her earlier arrogant tone.
Rajan narrowed his eyes at her his tone turning sharp once again. "What? You still want to plead for this rebellious son of yours?"
But the woman quickly shook her head. "No, Husband I will not—not today."
Rajan studied her for a moment, then finally handed her the stick to see what she is planning to do to save his son today.
"Wuuu…"
Meanwhile the naughty boy whose face are completely streaked with tears immediately looked up at her with hope.
"Mom, you're the best mom!
Only you can protect me. I will listen to you from now on. I love you the most!"
He tried desperately to win her favor, believing she had stepped in to shield him just like always.
But before he can be happy for long —
