Finally, Alix experienced some satisfaction. Jing Hee's mighty haughtiness was gone, replaced with terror.
"My schedule is fuller lately, i don't have time to play with you anymore. I heard that all your fingers and toes were broken and the doctors won't be able to save them. What will you do in future, no voice, crippled fingers and unable to walk.
Will you refer to yourself as cripple as you have always called me? And when you are living the rest of your life out in a wheelchair, will you remember how many times you called my husband that word? Your daughter..."
She saw Jing Hee's eyes widen and she laughed. "I will make sure that the caretaker regularly updates you on the condition of your daughter. Unfortunately, it will not improve for at least twenty seven years."
Jing Hee moved from side to side, ignoring all of the pain she was under. When it came to her daughter, she was ready to give all of her undivided attention to Alix.
"What?"
