Chaos descended as Selene screamed in shock, wiping the stain with a tissue before looking up to glare at us.
My cousin, Donald Crawford, rubbed his son’s head and said, “He’s still young and doesn’t know any better. Just let it go.”
It was an open counter-attack. Since they had been the ones to say it first, there was no way to refute it. The weight in my heart eased a little.
Charles pulled Georgie over and said to him seriously, “Apologize.”
“No!” When Georgie saw how his uncle, who usually doted on him the most, was also lecturing him, he was more convinced that I was a bad woman. He ran over and pushed me hard, screaming, “Go away! Go away! I don’t want you to be my aunt!”
In my head, a five-year-old child should be innocent and lively. Why did he have such a strong hatred towards others? It had to be because of the environment he grew up in!
I looked up at Selene, who was not far away. She was still standing there steadily and casually as if she did not care about anything.
My parents lost their temper. They pulled me away, grumbling as they walked, “I think we can forget about this relationship!”
Charles got anxious when he saw us leaving and pulled Georgie over to apologize to me.
“Charles, is this woman more important than your nephew?!” Selene had been nothing but calm before, but when she saw her son being treated so roughly, she immediately came over to protect him.
Charles’ parents also rushed over to persuade him that this was no way to treat children.
When my parents saw this, they got even angrier and dragged me out of the restaurant with them.
