Qiao Wei was seething with rage, feeling the sting of mockery and ridicule from everyone around her.
"Qiao Xuan, how dare you act so arrogantly! No matter what you say, you can't change the fact that my mother is your father's wife and that you share his blood! If it weren't for my mother, would you even have married Shao Yunduan? Would you be where you are today? Have you ever repaid my father or my mother? Don't delude yourself into thinking everything you have is solely due to your own abilities! Without my mother, you wouldn't be where you are!"
"You're ungrateful! How dare you and these people—"
"Enough, Wei!" Madame Qiao cut in, her voice firm.
Despite her frustration, Madame Qiao knew it wasn't the time to escalate matters further. She understood that giving in to Qiao Wei's urge to lash out could worsen their situation. They were already in a precarious position, and fueling more anger might give their critics even more ammunition against them.
