["Don't... Don't come closer! Little Jing, what are you trying to do!" In the dim room, a lady of nobility roared in despair, retreating step by step.]
[With a dispirited smile, Duan Jingwen revealed a sense of death-like despair, "Since you've committed such a thing, you should've anticipated what would happen once it was exposed. Rather than being scorned and despised while alive, it would be better if you let your worthless life contribute a little to the Duan Family."]
["No! Don't! Duan Jingwen, you bastard! I am your mother! You... You will be struck by lightning! Noo--"]
[Her sharp cries were silenced by a hand that choked her, as Duan Jingwen's fingers tightened around her throat. Mrs. Duan's struggle weakened as her face turned red and her pupils dilated. Finally, her formidable glare turned vacant, and she stopped breathing.]
