"You can insult me, but don't you dare insult my child! Yes, I grew up with Bevis, and yes, I had no parents to teach me moral boundaries, but I know exactly what's proper and what's forbidden—I understand ethical taboos!" My voice cracked like a whip, the words tearing from my throat raw with fury. The air between us sizzled with tension, charged like the moment before lightning strikes.
A storm of fury raged inside her as she covered her face, her sharp eyes glaring at me with venom. The red mark from my slap bloomed across her cheek like a grotesque flower, contrasting starkly against her pale skin. "You... do you even respect moral boundaries?" Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with barely restrained violence.
"Of course I do! Unlike you, so blinded by Bevis you've lost all reason, twisting right and wrong, accusing the innocent!" I took a step forward, my shadow swallowing hers, the hem of my dress brushing against her boots like a challenge.
