"I'm the mistress, and you are too..."
"The pot calling the kettle black..."
"Misery loves company..."
Every word turned into a blade, piercing directly into Ning Xia's heart, instantly blurring flesh and blood.
The mist rose before her eyes, her vision progressively blurring as she looked at her mother through tears, feeling that the mom before her was so unfamiliar.
She had always known she was very selfish, mostly only considering herself, even using her as a tool for vying for favor and gain.
But she had after all given birth to her and raised her; over the years, the two of them had depended on each other for survival, each other's only support, the only family, so she tolerated, she acquiesced.
She didn't expect her to be very good to her, but such words were truly disheartening to the extreme!
Ning Xia felt utterly disappointed, tilted her head up slightly, took deep breaths, and forcefully suppressed the desire to cry.
