Luna freed her grip from Sandra's wrist; this woman could play the victim in front of her son to gain his sympathy and as a submitted son to his mother, Danish might scold Luna with that provocation. To that thought in her head, it would be useless for Luna to debate her husband at this moment with Sandra sniveling behind her.
"Danish…I didn't harm her but look at my face." Luna spun around and her eyes got bigger at her reddened face which she wondered why the red mark could be imprinted there; she didn't even do anything to her. "This brazen woman smashed a slap on it." Her forefinger pointed to her blushed right cheek.
Danish's gaze was directed at Luna. "Don't you have something to say?"
"Pardon?"
"Is it true that you hurt my mother?"
"Do my words matter to you? Will you trust me if I tell you the truth?"
"Danish, how could you question my confession? I am not lying."
"At least allow her to defend herself, Mom."
