Anger and Guilt

After putting the bag away, Marie overheard Mia whimpering softly and returned to the living room.

She saw Elena touching the wound on the little girl's back and quickly stepped forward with a slight frown on her face. "Don't touch it. Although I have already applied some ointment on the bruise, it still hurts."

Hearing that, Elena withdrew her hand immediately and slouched to get a better view of her daughter's face. "Did I hurt you?" she grabbed her cheeks gently and peered into her eyes.

Mia shook her head. Her mother could never hurt her. Not on purpose.

Elena released a deep breath before leaning in to kiss both of her cheeks. When she leaned away, she turned to her mother to ask, "Mum, how did Mia get injured?"

She hadn't had the patience to ask about it when they spoke over the phone. Her whole concern had been pinned on the fact that her little girl got injured.