"Grandmother, you beat my mother until she was covered in bruises, don't you feel the slightest bit of guilt?"
As someone who had once been a Crown Princess Consort in her previous life, Xuexue faced the furious Old Lady Mo with calm composure.
Her foster mother was beaten to a pulp by this damn old witch, and yet, no one cared about whether she lived or died. They had the gall to mock and scoff at her, even expecting her to wait on them hand and foot, a family of able-bodied people—Xuexue was seething with anger.
In her past life, she was too timid to speak up, but now, reborn with a heart full of resentment, she wouldn't let her foster mother suffer this indignity.
"My, my! You little wretch, you dare to talk back?"
Madam Ruan had messed up the breakfast, leaving Old Lady Mo with a growling stomach and a chest full of unvented anger. Provoked by Xuexue, she grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table and hurled them at her.
