"Don't know that the only use you have in my family is—"
Before he could finish speaking, his mother walked over and interjected, "Son, you're wrong for treating her like this. You don't know how much she's suffered just to take care of your son. Don't you think you're being too much for mistreating her?!"
Her angry bellow echoed in this large, living room, sounding like melodious music to Qu Jingwan's ears.
"Auntie, it's not like that; it's my fault."
"Yes, it is your fault. If not for you giving my son honey juice, he wouldn't be in such a state. If not for you, he wouldn't be this estranged to his mother. Don't you get smug; the only reason I haven't chased you out is that you still have this teeny bit of use. I won't let you off easily if you don't properly take care of my son."
