The Stepmother Is Not Vicious

I woke up with a vague consciousness and the noise in my ears.

I put on a pajama, opened the door, and looked downstairs to the living room.

A three-year-old boy was crying, kneeling next to him was a little girl, and an old lady was scolding her fiercely.

"You were supposed to comfort your younger brother, but you made him cry! Are you doing it on purpose?"