Megan slammed her glass onto the dining table with far more force than necessary.
She leaned right into the baby’s face, glaring down with a harsh expression.
Megan: Keep quiet right now, you spoiled little kid!
Ella immediately stopped giggling, her wide eyes filling up with instant fear.
The baby burst into loud, heartbroken tears, trembling inside her high chair seat.
Megan did not back away; instead, she raised her hand aggressively toward the child.
Sarah felt a wave of adrenaline surge through her body like an electric shock.
She dropped her dish towel and sprinted across the dining room floor instantly.
Sarah: Get your hands away from my child right now!
Sarah reached the high chair in two seconds flat, shoving Megan’s arm safely aside.
She scooped little Ella up into her arms, cradling the sobbing infant close.
Sarah: What is wrong with you?! You do not ever intimidate a baby!
Megan: She needs to learn some discipline, Sarah, you spoil her constantly!
Sarah: She is eleven months old, Megan, you are acting completely insane!
Megan stood her ground, crossing her arms tightly with a defiant glare.
Megan: It was barely anything, stop making such a dramatic scene over nothing!
Sarah held her crying daughter tightly, her whole body shaking with intense fury.
She had tolerated Megan’s rude remarks for years, but this crossed every boundary.
Sarah: You do not get to come into my home and scare my daughter!
Megan: I live in this family too, so do not tell me how to act!
The sound of heavy footsteps hurried up the stairs from the basement level.
Mark burst through the door, holding a pair of wooden chairs in his hands.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard his baby daughter weeping hysterically.
Mark: What happened in here?! Why is Ella crying like that?!
Sarah: Your sister just leaned into her face and screamed at her, Mark!
Mark dropped the chairs onto the carpet, his face turning pale with shock.
He looked at his sister, whose jaw was set in an arrogant smirk.