Chapter 58: The Second Medal of Valor

"How dare you hit my son!"

Aunt stood in front of her, hands on hips, her small stature seeming overwhelmingly tall in Cherie's eyes. The aura pressing down on her nearly made her start to tremble. Her cousin was still wailing beside them, not really crying any tears, but a child's cries are a weapon—the wailing made one anxious and irritable. However, in the face of Aunt, that complexity turned into fear.