Nanny Rosaline's voice cut through the tension, her words gentle but probing. "Did your husband do this to you?" she asked, her brows creased with concern.
Valerie's gaze darted up, her eyes locking onto her grandmother's before shifting to Nanny Rosaline. "Nā "
"Was that why you slapped him just now?" Nanny Rosaline pressed, her tone soft but insistent. Her eyes, warm with empathy, held Valerie's.
Valerie crashed beside her grandmother on the sofa, her body trembling. She massaged her hand, wincing, as if the memory of the slap still stung.
"Greg didn't do this," she repeated, shaking her head. Her voice was firm, conviction etched on her face. "That's the last thing my husband would do."
Nanny Rosaline's brows arched, skepticism written across her features. "Then, why did you slap him?" she pressed, her tone gentle but insistent.
