Was it normal to be betrayed by her own daughter?
Midori could not help but feel bitterly jealous inside.
She was the one who carried Ame for months in her belly, and endured the agonizing pain of giving birth to her.
And what did Kiyoshi contribute so far?
He held her a few times, kissed her on the cheeks and forehead several times, and her affection shifted abruptly like sand dunes in the wind, blown towards Kiyoshi with such ease.
How could you, Ame!
Midori's discontent simmered like a forgotten pot on the stove. Her gaze, a storm cloud in disguise, followed Ame's giggling form as she nestled deeper into Kiyoshi's embrace. The sight felt like a physical blow, twisting her features into a grimace.
