"Eunice, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?" Simon yelled as I advanced toward him with a large kitchen knife glinting in my hand.
"Simon, your mother is fine now, so why are you still treating Owen this way? Is it just because he's adopted?" I mustered all my strength into that accusation and charged at Simon like a woman possessed.
Jack had already collapsed to the floor in terror, his old legs shaking as he kept muttering Simon's name. I seized my moment and swung the knife down hard, but it got stuck in the doorframe and would not budge no matter how hard I pulled.
Simon was furious and raised his hand, landing a sharp slap across my face. Owen witnessed everything and lunged at Simon like a wild animal, grabbing his leg and biting down hard.
"How dare you hit Mom! Don't hit her!"
Simon frowned in disgust as he kicked Owen away. He pointed at Owen and spat out each word, "Owen, if anything happens to your grandmother, I'll make sure you pay for it."
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