I slept through the night until early the next morning. If my growling stomach hadn't woken me up, I might have kept sleeping.

I searched for my phone everywhere but couldn't find it. I gave up, figuring they must have taken it away after I fell asleep to avoid disturbing me.

Hunger finally drove me to get up after lazing around, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyes. I quickly washed up and went downstairs for breakfast.

Grace discreetly approached me, asking in a hushed tone, "Why did she hit you?"

"Don't worry about it. She just loses it every time she sees me talking to your son," I said casually. I didn't want her to be concerned.

"Then just ignore her. That cursed woman will get her comeuppance eventually. Her heart is wicked, and God will deal with her! My son is unfortunate to have her!"

I shook my head repeatedly and staggered into the kitchen. While eating, I thought about yesterday's events. There was a limit to what one could endure.

Melanie's slap gave me a new pe