Julia immediately recognized the angry old woman standing before her as Sephina Ford—the very woman who had made her granddaughter's life so difficult. Behind her stood Jay Ford, the scoundrel who had married the woman her son had loved. Next to him was his mistress, Clara Ford, standing silently.
Julia's grip on her cane tightened. They dare to bully my granddaughter? She walked forward with purpose.
Natalie kept her gaze lowered, her posture that of someone bearing the weight of guilt. Even after being slapped, she didn't retort, allowing her tears to fall like a silent confession.
The hospital staff in the VIP area watched in stunned silence. John, arriving just then, hadn't expected the old woman to hit Natalie again.
"Ms. Natalie…" he started, concern in his voice.
