No matter how much she humiliated Yue Yaer, Yue Yaer remained devoted to her son, serving her as if she were a lord.
She thought only such a scene could bring her satisfaction.
She had always defined Yue Yaer that way.
A little orphan girl like Yue Yaer, who dared to dream of marrying into the Wang Family, shouldn't she be humble and flattering to her?
Shouldn't she endure any beating or scolding and still cling helplessly to her son?
This was what she always thought.
But reality gave her a harsh slap.
No humility.
No careful flattery.
And certainly no kneeling at her feet, begging her to allow her to be with her son.
Nothing at all.
What there was, was an amused cold smile.
An elegant turn away.
A decisive break-up with her son!
The immense feeling of disparity made her angrier the more she thought about it.
The angrier she got, the more her head throbbed.
