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She didn’t even care that she had been insulted as heartless and blind. This was the first time Eloise had heard this, so she was fairly interested. Hugging Val’s arm, she said, “Wait, really? What happened? Give us some details here!” There were many different versions of this story, hence Val told hers. It was clear that the mother-in-law of said story was being bashed to the extreme. She was described as a foolish, hot-tempered and heartless b*tch.

How could I have provided such perfect blackmail material to an old, ugly hag like her? I frowned again and asked weakly, "What is it that you want?" Daisy grinned widely and began caressing my arm. "I heard your conversation with her. You seem to be suffering from some sort of… engorged dick syndrome? And your darling wife can't satisfy you anymore, can she? "Well, since you don't care about fucking your own mother-in-law, you shouldn't have to mind fucking someone like me either, right? "Moreover, I'm not related to you by blood or on paper, and I've already given birth to a 12-pound baby in the past. I'm a perfectly compatible match for you too! Let me help you with your condition!"

"I'm only doing this for you, Johnny! This is just between you and me. No one else needs to know. You've been married for a year, and Annie still hasn't given you a child yet. She should've been kicked out ages ago! "On the other hand, Lily is young, innocent, and healthy. She could have several kids without a problem. Once she does, I'll take them back home to raise. Your life here won't be affected at all." "But Mom, aside from not having kids, Annie is great in every other way. I'm worried that if she finds out..." Johnny hesitated. Karen glared at him exasperatedly and chided, "A barren woman is useless! You're too soft-hearted and always so indecisive. Just listen to me and do as I say.

"Go prepare some dinner maybe mom was hungry now. Or you want to get scolded again?" "Ok". He replied helplessly. His mother in law was indeed a hot tempered woman, if she doesn't want his doings she will scold him.

"Barbara Weston, there's absolutely nothing you can do right! You can't even keep your husband not to even talk of giving me a grandson!... You're just a dead fish in a kettle" A woman was being lashed out by her mother in law. She was slender with a slainted siren eyes. Her skin were as white as porcelain, her sight was truly a beauty to behold. But what was the usefulness of her beauty if she couldn't give the Lorenzo family a grand child?

the restaurant with his large pace. " Is he okay ." Old madam Choi ask . She had known about the little girl and the story between Choi Shui Wan and her late girlfriend. She had known the Jing old madam is not a good woman . She's full with a scheme and his husband once told her that their daughter in law's real mother was scheme by madam Jing and died leaving her daughter under the bad woman control but their daughter in law didn't knew that until she's married to their son . From then , she never went back to the Jing family but their second grandson was trapped by the power trap promised by the old madam Jing . She used to advice her second grandson but he was too adamant to take the risk

“Who is this?” I could hear a woman’s playful giggling in the background. “Honey, Mom was in a really bad car accident. She’s in the ER at Lichfield Hospital. You need to come back right away, just in case—” “Enough.” Xavier cut me off, his tone harsh and impatient. “It’s just a car accident, right? She’s not dead yet. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it if she dies. Stop bothering me while I’m working.”

My dad even tried multiple times to force my mom to get an abortion, but she refused. His attitude toward her just got colder and colder. The staff followed his lead. They were still polite to me, but they treated my mom with increasing disrespect. Then one day, Megan mopped the floor and deliberately poured extra detergent everywhere, causing my mom to slip and fall. She lost the baby. After that, my mom’s health, already fragile, went downhill fast. She never recovered. Seeing her in that state, my dad sneered and said, “You look half-dead. It’s disgusting,” before abandoning her entirely.

It was not like that anymore. They were two women in their late forties and fifties who had spent twenty-one years in the same kitchen, and they were laughing now, in a way I had not heard either of them laugh before. The cook had thirty years of stories about the Keep. My mother had twenty-one years of stories about hiding. They were trading. I came in. My mother saw me at the door. "Lirien." "Mama." "Come sit. The tea is hot." I sat.