My sister hit my baby during Christmas dinner and said that his crying was ruining everything

My mother fussed around Camilla as if afraid to displease her, my father stayed silent, hiding behind his phone screen. Mark, in full dress uniform, caught my eye and quietly let me know: he saw everything.

Elias held on as best he could. But the lights, the noise, and the unfamiliar voices did their job, and his crying became exactly that — desperate, from deep inside. I reached for him to calm him down, but I didn’t make it in time.

Camilla leaned over and hit my child, coldly saying it was “time for him to learn discipline.” No one moved.

Except Mark.

He calmly stood up, took our son in his arms, pressed him to his chest, and looked my sister straight in the eyes.

“Will you finally learn your place, or should I tell everyone what you tried to do last night.”

Camilla turned pale.

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