A recent graduate from a prestigious university, she found herself kneeling in front of someone else's villa, holding a basin over her head as punishment. What era was she living in? She began to doubt whether the so-called progress, openness, and equality even existed in such a wealthy family. "Mom, why did you send me here?"

David clearly saw what was happening outside and heard the conversation word for word. Was she a woman sold to the Anderson family? She seemed so pitiful but displayed such stubbornness—what a strange personality.

However, there were some things he still didn't understand. Putting down his knife and fork, he got up and walked over to his mother. Smiling, he took Mrs. Sophia's arm and asked, "Mom, what's going on?"

"Nothing much. Just remember that she's a little fox. They are eyeing the Anderson family's wealth. Don't get emotionally involved with her, or you will regret it in the future. Between the Andersons and the Lings, there is only hatred, not love," Mrs. Sophia said, pulling David's hand away. "You have plenty of women outside; you can completely ignore her existence. As for your father, you don't need to worry about him. He's been bewitched by that vixen and is beyond saving."

Watching Mrs. Sophia storm upstairs, David was full of doubts. Was the little fox the same person as the vixen? Could it be that his father really had feelings for Jennifer? Impossible. If he did, why would he force David to marry her instead of secretly taking her as a second wife?

There had to be some entanglement between them. As his mother said, there was hatred between the two families, but if there was real hatred, why would they form a marriage alliance? Many things were still unclear to him. However, one conclusion was certain: the woman outside, Li, married him for money.

Money could crush a person, just like how the stubborn Jennifer had to obediently follow his mother's orders. Standing at the door, he looked at Jennifer, who was holding a basin over her head. Her face was slightly red, and her expression was pained. Holding a basin over one's head was definitely not an easy task.

When Jennifer's eyes met David's, she glared at him angrily. Did he enjoy watching her being humiliated? He had been a cold-eyed observer all along. The gentle demeanor he showed in the morning was just a facade. He had set her up to fall into his trap without any defenses, only to be further tormented by his mother.

"Are you satisfied? Does seeing your mother reprimand me give you an unprecedented sense of satisfaction for your twisted mind?" She could now fully believe that he was an extremely perverse man! If not, he wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for her. Not only was he mentally twisted, but he was also petty. When he recognized her in the morning, he had already planned to embarrass her. Otherwise, why would he come here alone without calling her?

David, who initially felt some sympathy for her, was completely filled with disgust upon hearing her accusations. "For a despicable woman like you, this is what you deserve. Do you think getting my father to acknowledge you as the daughter-in-law of the Anderson family will allow you to live an easy life? Do you think you can go to heaven? Ridiculous. You will always be lowly, for your entire life. Don't expect anyone to take care of you."

Despicable? Lowly? Was that how he saw her? Did having money make one so great that they could insult others at will? She wanted to throw the basin and argue with him, but remembering her mother-in-law's harsh words, she could only glare at David and say, "I am not as despicable as you!" Her arm hurt so much. Holding the basin was not an easy task.