The Silent Grandma Finally Fought Back Hard

Synopsis

It was 4:30 AM. While the city was still asleep, she was already tying on her faded brown apron, getting breakfast ready for her son's family. "Victoria, did you put sugar in the oatmeal today? Emily won't drink it plain." Helen's voice was lazy with sleep, but she wasn't really asking. She was telling Victoria what to do. "Yes, I put in two spoons," Victoria answered in a hurry, her hands instinctively speeding up as she kneaded the dough. Not long after, Emily got up, dressed in designer pajamas with her hair carelessly draped over her shoulders. Victoria's hands suddenly stopped, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Victoria drew a deep breath, fighting to steady the storm of emotions inside her. Then, slow and clear, she asked in Joriman, "Emily, who did you call an idiot?"