The distrust

Gracie's hands trembled as she gently brushed her fingers on the fiery red imprint marring Riya's cheek. Her heart clenched at the sight. "Does it hurt?"

Riya gave a small nod, her lower lip trembling.

Gracie turned her furious gaze on Zara. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded, her voice rising with rage. "You hit her? She is the daughter of this family, the apple of our eye. How dare you lay a hand on her?"

Zara let out a dry, scornful laugh as she crossed her arms and met Gracie's gaze head-on.

"Seems like the family's blind affection has spoiled her so much that she doesn't even know where the line is anymore. She doesn't know how to behave," Zara replied coldly. "If no one else will correct her, I will. I gave her the lesson she deserved. I hope you won't mind."