"Don’t call mother, I don’t have a daughter like you."
"Well, that’s right, you couldn’t have birthed a daughter like ."
"Your daughters have all abandoned you."
In contrast, it was this daughter, unlike a daughter, who ca to see her. The comparison was clear. Who was more affectionate and dutiful was apparent at a glance.
"You still have the nerve to speak. If it weren’t for you, how would my daughter have left ? It’s all because of you, you plague. I should have drowned you in the water back then."
This was the one thing she regretted most in her life, without exception. She should have just dealt with her directly.
"Don’t say that. Even without , would your daughter not have left you? If I rember right, she moved out before anything happened, didn’t she?"
"And how your daughter turned out doesn’t seem to have much to do with , because you raised her, right?"
"Actually, this shows how much of a failure you are as a person. It’s one thing for your husband not to like you, but even your kids dislike you. Tsk tsk, what’s the point of you living in this world?"
Fan Rou’s mother stared at her, speechless: "Are you telling to die?"
"I didn’t say that. I just think you’re a real failure as a person, don’t you think?"
Fan Rou’s na was like the sharpest dagger, stabbing into the heart of Fan Rou’s mother. She remained silent for a long ti.
Fan Rou examined the environnt inside and found it truly simple and shabby.
Fan Rou’s mother wore prison garb, her face bare, with deep eye bags and clear crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes.
She seed to have aged seven or eight years at once.
This plain-looking Fan Rou’s mother was soone Fan Rou had never seen before.
She was always glamorous and always imposing.
For so reason, Fan Rou felt a tinge of sadness in her heart.
Was it revenge? She could count it as such, but she didn’t feel very happy in her heart.
However, she wasn’t so kind as to let them go.
The seeds they had sown naturally required them to bear the bitter fruit.
"You ca today just to watch us make fools of ourselves, right?" Fan Rou’s father suddenly spoke.
His gaze fixed on Fan Rou’s neck, where two visible whip marks remained.
The neck is a fragile area, and the scars there are not easy to fade away.
He rembered how at the ti Fan Rou had bled a lot. If the doctor hadn’t stopped her bleeding in ti, she would have been gone.
"Yeah." eting his gaze, Fan Rou’s eyes involuntarily grew much colder.
Towards this father, Fan Rou held even more hatred.
Fan Rou’s mother wasn’t her biological mother, so being disliked or even hated was understandable.
But Fan Rou’s father was her real father.
His blood flowed through her veins, yet he could be so ruthless.
If he really disliked her so much, why bother bringing her back?
Wouldn’t it be better to let her die out there?
"Seeing you doing poorly makes feel truly comfortable," Fan Rou laughed heartily.
"How is it? Didn’t expect to see such a day for yourself, did you?" Fan Rou looked at his hands: "Do you hate that you didn’t beat to death back then?"
Fan Rou’s father said nothing.
"Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you going to tell you’re regretting it now?"
"What he regrets most is having you," said Fan Rou’s mother. "You say I’m pathetic, but aren’t you, being abandoned by everyone, pathetic too?"
"So what? At least I’m living better than you."
As if she cared much about them.
"By the way, I’m here today to tell you that starting today, you’ll move in and live with the Song Family elders. The two of you will be responsible for looking after their daily needs."
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