Hearing these words, Mrs. Zell became even more enraged. She swung her plaster-covered arm, wheeling about and knocking over the chicken soup in Lydia Serene's hand, as she cursed, "Slut, slut… slut… Get out of my way! As long as I am here, as long as I am alive, you will never step foot in the Zell Family."
The chicken soup spilled onto Lydia Serene's arm, instantly reddening the delicate skin, the soup still scalding hot from being well-insulated.
Lydia Serene shivered from the burn, yet she did not move. Her voice trembled with pain as she said, "Elder Sister… it seems I will disappoint you, because, I… have already moved into the Zell Family."
"Don't believe me… you can go and ask Homing," Lydia continued. "Homing even said that tomorrow he would arrange the transfer of my child to the same school as Henry, so he can potentially be as formidable as his big brother. Wouldn't that be great?"
