"Even if you get into the best universities, I won't spend a dime on your education!"
Sienna's rough, mud-caked fingers jabbed at my forehead, her face twisted in rage, spitting curses at me as if she wanted to poke a hole in my head.
I hadn't eaten breakfast, let alone lunch.
Already dizzy with hunger, I lost my balance and fell into the sweet potato patch beside me.
A sharp snapping sound came from behind me as my body crushed a large swathe of sweet potato plants.
Seeing this, Sienna had even more reason to blame me. She raised her hand to slap my face.
"You little bastard, you did this on purpose!"
"You deliberately wanted to make me angry, deliberately wanted to ruin the sweet potatoes I worked so hard to grow!"
The fierce wind of her palm rushed towards my face. I closed my eyes in resignation, waiting for Sienna's next round of beating.
I was not a masochist; I didn't enjoy being beaten.
I wanted to fight back, but I was too hungry to move. Once I lay down, I didn't want to move an inch.
As Sienna swung at me, her face was full of triumph and malice. She cursed under her breath as if I were just a stray dog waiting to be slaughtered.
I heard a faint sound...
The expected slap didn't come. I opened my eyes in confusion.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up!
Sienna's hand was gripped tightly by a woman.
If I wasn't mistaken, the impeccably dressed woman with the perfect makeup standing before me was my biological mother.
The mole at the corner of her eye was the same as mine!
My birth mother held Sienna's hand firmly, her usually gentle voice filled with anger and coldness.
"Madam, this is not how you raise a child.
"The days of children being beaten and scolded at will are over. On the contrary, if you beat a child into rebellion, it won't be good."
My birth mother looked delicate and fragile, but her strength was surprisingly great.
She effortlessly gripped Sienna's rough and thick wrist with one hand, her expression unchanged.
Sienna struggled, trying to pull her hand back, but couldn't break free. Sienna's face changed at her words, her expression contorted.
Sienna's sallow face turned red, and she shouted in a nasty tone, "Who the hell are you, lady? What business is it of yours how I discipline my daughter!"