---- Chapter 4. Chandler froze. He took a deep breath to suppress his anger. "Do you both have to make such a scene?" he asked coldly. "Creating chaos at home is one thing, but what are you playing at bringing two coffins here? Are you trying to intimidate me at my workplace?" My mom sneered. "Don't you understand why there are two coffins? "Besides Mariah, there's also your child-" "Enough!" Pauline interrupted as she grabbed Chandler's hand, playing the peacemaker. "Let it go, Chandler. Don't be angry. Mrs. Corey doesn't understand what happened. She's just protecting her daughter." ---- She lowered her gaze to the scattered cake on the ground, her eyes slightly red. "T just feel sorry for the cake. It took so long to make it..." Chandler furrowed his brow. "What a waste of a perfectly good cake! You should ask Mariah to make another one. "She usually enjoys baking these things, right? She should make a cake for Pauline's birthday." Pauline shamelessly added, "Didn't you say that Mariah's cheesecakes are particularly delicious? Do you think I could have a taste?" My mom trembled with rage. Ina fit of anger, she picked up a piece of cake from the ground and hurled it at Pauline. The black dress Pauline wore, specially chosen for the day, became covered in large splatters of cake, completely ruined. ---- Even her face bore the remnants of the cake attack. Pauline let out a shriek. Chandler didn't even have time to intervene before my mom yanked Pauline's hair and pulled her aside. Inoticed my opened coffin very near the two of them. With tremendous strength, my mom twisted Pauline's arm and shoved her into the coffin. "Great! Go ahead and eat! You can have the meal Mariah makes for you down there!" Pauline's head collided with the lid of the coffin, her eyes wide with terror as she screamed in fright. My mom always had a gentle temperament and never lost her temper. Even when I got into trouble, she merely smiled,