Ye Qingwan stood in front of Ye Tiannan's sickbed, enduring her father's verbal abuse and accusations, with a bitter taste in her heart. A thought of breaking away from the Ye Family suddenly came to her mind.
"Tiannan is right, it must be you, this cheap wench, conspiring with your illicit lover, who poisoned Tiannan's legs to make him suffer such intense pain," Tiannan's wife Pei Jing said with a face full of anger and roared at Ye Qingwan, "You're nothing but a treacherous brute, even animals are more conscientious than you."
"Have you forgotten, when you were brought back to the Ye Family by Tiannan, the pressure you had to endure? Without Tiannan, would you be able to have the good life you have now?"
Pei Jing's words pierced Ye Qingwan's heart like thorns.
Memories flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie.
