My head was still pounding.
Even with my eyes closed, I could hear them.
Murmuring.
Whispering.
Arguing like a bunch of noisy market traders.
Can these people shut up for one second?!
I frowned, irritation building in my chest.
"…Why did Mother faint again?"
"Do you think she won't wake up this time?"
"Should we call another physician"
That was it.
My eyes snapped open.
And the first thing I saw.
A group of faces.
Too close.
Way too close.
All bent over me like I was some corpse they were inspecting.
"…!!!"
I screamed.
"AHHH!"
They all jumped back in shock, stumbling over themselves like frightened chickens.
Good.
Serves them right.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I glared at them.
Then reality hit me again.
Right…
I'm stuck in this annoying old woman's body.
"…Damn it," I muttered under my breath.
I pressed a hand to my chest, still shaken, then slowly looked at them again.
All of them staring at me like I had gone mad.
The irritation in me exploded.
Without thinking, I grabbed the thick pillow beside me and hurled it straight at them.
"Are you pigs?!" I snapped. "Do you want to scare me to death?!"
The pillow hit one of them in the face.
"Bunch of useless cowards!"
Silence.
Dead silence.
They all looked at each other, completely stunned.
Of course they were.
From what I could feel…
This old woman had never spoken like this before.
Not to them.
Only.
A sudden wave of memories crashed into my mind.
"…!"
My head throbbed.
Images flashed.
A young man.
Angry.
Disgusted.
He shoved this body no, me to the ground.
"Useless old woman! Stop interfering in my affairs!"
Beside him, a woman clung to his arm, pretending to cry.
"Don't be angry… it's my fault…"
But her eyes.
Cold.
Satisfied.
Fake.
The memory ended.
I froze.
"…Wow."
My expression darkened.
"So this body only knows how to bully the weak but gets stepped on by trash like that?"
I clicked my tongue.
"Disgusting."
My gaze slowly lifted.
And landed on them.
Two men.
Standing together.
One with a fake-concerned face.
The other clearly annoyed.
Oh.
So it's them.
The same idiots from that memory.
A slow, dangerous smile formed on my lips.
The one thing I hate most…
I swung my legs off the bed.
…is a man who hits women.
Before anyone could react.
I stood up.
Walked straight toward him.
Each step calm.
Cold.
Heavy.
He frowned. "Mother, you just woke up, you shou"
SLAP!
The sound echoed loudly in the room.
His head snapped to the side.
His entire body lost balance.
And he fell.
Hard.
Gasps filled the room.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
I lowered my hand slowly, flexing my fingers.
"…That felt good."
Another man rushed forward, grabbing my wrist.
"Mother! What are you doing?!"
I turned my head.
Stared at him.
Cold.
"Mother?"
SLAP!
His face snapped to the side just like the first.
"Who the hell is your mother?" I snapped. "Don't just claim people randomly, are you shameless?!"
The entire room exploded into chaos.
"Did you see that?!"
"Old Madam hit them ?!"
"She slapped them twice!"
They all stared at me like I had turned into a ghost.
Good.
Let them stare.
I slowly looked around the room, my gaze sharp.
So this is the family I entered…
What a mess.