Sue's pov
"What?"' I demanded, watching as Adele grew even angrier. She glared daggers at me and wss gripping her son too tight that I was certain it was definitely hurting, telling from the scrunch of his little face.
"Are you stupid? Does he look hurt to you?" I questioned, gesturing at her son who was trying to free his hand from his mother's tight grip, and failing. At this point, a few people had gathered and were currently watching the unfolding scene.
"My hand hurts, mum." The boy finally mumbled and as soon as his mother feeed his hand, she pointed a finger at me.
"See? Did you hear that? You hurt his hand! How could you be so wicked?!" She thundered and I sighed as I presddd my fingers agsinst my forehead, feeling beyond irritated at this point.
"That was because you were gripping his hand tight, dummy. You can ask him yourself." I snapped and Adele flattered for a moment before crouching before her son who stood awkwardly like he didn't understand the situation.
