Mrs. Wei's complexion turned deathly pale at a visibly alarming rate, her eyes bulging and unblinking in death, completely unprepared for her life's glamorous chapter to end in such a manner!
By the time she collapsed onto the ground, Madam Zhao could not help but burst into loud laughter, her eyes flashing with madness, a sense of satisfaction welling up from the depths of her heart.
She had finally avenged her son!
Good!
Truly good!
However, Mrs. Wei's earlier words suddenly echoed in her ears—It wasn't my daughter who killed your son, it was Xia Ningxing!
As the saying goes, a dying person's words are kind, so...
She might have killed the wrong person!
Madam Zhao's eyebrows knitted so tightly they nearly trapped a fly, but she had no regrets about killing Mrs. Wei; after all, her daughter was also one of the culprits behind her son's death.
If it weren't for that wretched woman being too powerful, how could her poor son have met such a tragic end?
