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Chelsea slapped my daughter across the face while my husband sat right there, scrolling on his phone. The second slap left her cheek red and swollen, and she burst into tears. The room went silent for three full seconds. I slid the watch off my wrist and pressed it into my daughter's cold little hand. "Don't cry, baby." My voice stayed soft, but there was ice in it. "Let me teach you something. When you run into trash, you clean it up yourself." Chelsea was still standing there, stunned, when my husband jumped in. "What are you doing? She's my sister!" I gave him a cold smile. "Not as of right now, she isn't."