"I hope so."

"Are you a beast?" Berto shouted furiously, to which Mila awkwardly responded while she lay on her bed. 

"He-he-he. We forgot that I have a wound."

She lightly places her hand at her side as she still feels numb from being stitched for the second time.

"You forgot? How come you forgot about such large stitches on your side? Are you an animal who can't think well when in heat?"

Berto continues to yell at Mila, making sure that she clearly understands why he was scolding her right now.

He thought he could finally rest after his long and exhausting day, but he went home to see another bloody scene because of Mila's reopened wound.

"Uncle Berto, please don't scold mother that much," Christopher interjected. He then pointed his middle finger at Robert, who was kneeling on the floor. "The real beast is Uncle Robert. A predator. Shameless. Spineless. Impudent. Who lacks morale?"