How Could A Mother Be This Cruel?

Oscar was unable to hold back his emotions, along with his patience that had been running thin since he heard Greta's response. He took a step closer to Greta and then choked the middle-aged woman's neck with a strong grip. The glint in his eyes was cruel and piercing, like a cold-blooded murderer.

Greta was so shocked that she couldn't catch her breath properly. Her son's grip was so strong she almost choked. Her two blue eyes bulged while her whole body began to limp helplessly.

"O... Oscar! Stop...Stop!" Greta shrieked as she struggled to let go of her son's firm grip.

"How could you do it, mother? William is your grandson! What did Clara do that made you her slave!? Did she threaten you? Tell me!" His questions were like bullets that rained down Greta's chest until the middle-aged woman felt like she was falling.