"But to get a lighter sentence for our son, we have to go beg that adulterer from the Gu Family. I can't stomach the thought of it. Old Lin, I just can't accept this. Is there really no other way? And that harlot and the two little bastards she whelped—just sending them back to her family is letting them off too easy. I should have kept them here and tormented them until I was satisfied."
Yu Xiuying's face was a mask of pure hatred. For all these years, her son had obeyed that wretched woman's every whim, doting on her endlessly as if she were made of glass. He wouldn't let her lift a finger around the house. Whenever there was anything good to eat, wear, or use, he'd forget all about his own mother, thinking only of that detestable woman. His subservient manner was so extreme it made her sick with jealousy.
