Emma Carter was so furious that her face turned dark with anger, "What did you just say? Who are you calling the Wicked Witch?"
"I'm calling you! Yes, you!" Hope had been spoiled since she was young, a bit willful and obstinate. She yelled at Emma Carter, "I know you don't like me! And I don't like you either! Go away! I don't want to see you! Wicked Witch!"
She didn't care if the other person was her elder; she only cared whether she liked them.
In the little girl's eyes, this grandma wasn't even as caring as the household helpers. So why should she respect her?
Emma Carter, in her status, had never been spoken to loudly, let alone by a four-year-old child!
Watching the little girl yell at her, she got so angry she lost her reason and raised her hand to slap her!
Amelia Garcia was right beside them, too close to intervene in time.