"Husband, don't be angry anymore. I also don't know how this happened today. If you want to blame someone, blame your son. He's just too greedy; he insisted on eating the savory chicken feet Leanne's mom made. And as a result, we stumbled upon that bloody incident..."
"..."
"This little stinker deserves a spanking. I'll teach him a lesson and see if he still dares to be so greedy in the future."
Sienna Johnson grabbed Adrian Desmond's hand, guiding it towards her own belly. "Husband, it's all your son's fault. You hit him. Go ahead, I won't feel sorry for him... Hit him, don't hold back. I won't blame you..."
Adrian Desmond pulled back his hand just as it neared Sienna Johnson's belly. This woman...
"You don't want to hit him? Should I do it for you?" Sienna Johnson feigned hitting her own stomach. Before her hand even made contact, her eyes darted about, and she started whimpering, "Ouch, my stomach doesn't feel good..."
