Lu Ruixue's stubbornness kicked in, she barked carelessly, "What's wrong, did I say something wrong? My eldest brother was taken away by you, and you're wallowing in self-blame every day. What about the three of us who are still alive? You ignore us, is this how a mother acts? From the moment I was born, I've never had a taste of breastmilk. When I was one month old, you tossed me to the nanny. You didn't care whether there were any germs around back then."
Wen Xiuqing quivered with rage. It took her a while to rise from the dining table. She walked up to Lu Ruixue, slapped her hard across the face, and hissed, "Get out, don't ever come through this door again."
Lu Ruixue stood up abruptly, kicked her chair aside, covered her face and cried, "I really doubt if you're our mother. If you want me to leave, so be it. I don't care about this house anyways." She ran out crying as soon as she finished her sentence.
