"Zhuo Ya, when was the last time you visited your mother's grave?"
"Madam, my mother is already dead."
Zhuo Ya clutched at her thigh, her eyes red as she reminded Madam Gu.
Madam Gu's features twisted into a terrifying snarl as she stepped forward, grabbed Zhuo Ya's arm, and growled at her in anger.
"So what if she's dead? Your mother may be dead, but you're alive, and you're carrying my son's child right now."
"You and your mother are cut from the same cloth."
"Your mother stole my husband, and you stole my son."
"Bitch."
"Madam, please calm down a bit."
Suddenly, Madam Gu lost control, startling the butler nearby.
The butler hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Madam Gu's hands, and made her let go of Zhuo Ya.
Madam Gu looked dazedly at the butler, muttering to herself, "Why do I have to be hurt like this for such a wretch, why?"
"Madam, it's time for your medicine."
The butler shot a glance at the pale-faced Zhuo Ya and supported Madam Gu upstairs.
