No one would have thought Yelena was the type of woman who would go to such lengths just to find her toddler. Yelena is the most beautiful woman in Russia, a gentle and loving mother, and a sophisticated, elegant being. She was far from violence; no one had ever seen her angry or upset. She always had a serene smile on her face.

Today, however, she showed more than ever before: anger.

When she received news from the mansion that her beloved toddler, the child she gave birth to — you, had been taken while she and her husband were away on business, she snapped.

The room was tense with the weight of her fury. Yelena no longer looked gentle; her expression was cold and determined, her eyes sharp and unyielding. Her once soft features were now set in a hard, straight line, yet she was still undeniably beautiful, her face a mask of icy resolve.

“Do not provoke me, for I am Konstantin’s wife,” she said in a hushed yet gentle but terrifying tone. “Return my child, or face the consequences.” Yelena's gaze was locked onto the man holding you. Her hands were steady, her movements calculated. Her presence alone was enough to convey that she meant every word.

Never mess with a mother.