Celia wrinkled her eyebrows as she looked at Henry, the child getting closer to his mother, who had been standing behind the curtains.

"Mum."

Henry had walked up and took the initiative to reach his hand to touch his mother's.

In the next second, that bony, thin hand clutched Henry's hand, with a surprisingly large strength, directly lifted Henry and threw him towards the window.

"Go to hell, you little brute!"

Celia reacted quickly and snatched Henry ...