"This is my mother's house. What's wrong with me returning to my own house? When I just walked in the door, your wife was already after me and trying to beat me with a golf club. I couldn't escape and accidentally dropped the vase. If everyone can twist the facts, why can't I do the same?"
"Husband, don't believe her. I told you that the vase was very expensive, but she dropped it on purpose!" Mona was gasping for breath, but didn't forget to tell her husband about what Anya did.
"Auntie, don't talk. Your wound will open wider," Raka carried Mona and placed her on the sofa very carefully.
"Ah!" Mona groaned in pain. Her forehead wrinkled and sweaty from enduring the pain.
"Mother, mother..." Natali cried helplessly, like a flower soaked in rain.
"Natali, don't be afraid. Mother is fine!" Even though Mona was very cruel to Anya, she loved her own daughter, her beloved daughter very much.
