"MOM…?!"
Sean instinctively released his arms from around Moana's waist. Moana's body swayed slightly, as if she had just lost her only source of support.
Mrs. Weasley stood a few steps away from them. Her suit was immaculate, her hair perfectly coiffed, her face hard and devoid of any trace of warmth. Her gaze fixed directly on Moana—sharp, full of disgust.
"Filthy woman," she said coldly. "How dare you come to this hospital?"
Moana fell silent. Her face was pale. Her fingers trembled as they clutched the small bag in her hand.
"I—" Moana tried to speak, her voice hoarse.
SMACK!
The slap landed hard on Moana's cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the hospital hallway. Several nurses turned their heads. A doctor stopped in his tracks.
Moana staggered. Her head snapped to the side. Tears streamed down her face, uncontrollably.
