The old woman's hand was halfway raised, but it froze in midair when she heard her son's voice.
She looked at her daughter-in-law, who was slowly coming to, and spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the empty ground beside her. "Pah! I'll let you off this time. But if anything happens to my precious grandson, I'll beat you to death!"
At that, the old woman seemed to remember something and turned to the nearby police officer, her voice harsh and malicious. "Where's that trafficker who kidnapped my grandson? The death penalty! You have to sentence her to death!"
Her tone was fierce, her emotions running high.
The young officer closest to her could even feel the spray from her mouth as she spoke.
The next second, as the old woman advanced, someone pulled the young officer behind them, shielding him. "Ma'am, the child's health is the most important thing right now. Let's get him to the hospital to get checked out.
