With an eerie chill in his voice, after his remarks concluded, the face of Elder Yu showed no trace of softening. That steely gaze locked onto Yu Chiyin, brimming with mockery.
"Xiaoyin, I've told you before, your father's heart is as hard as iron this time. He will never soften it for my sake."
Madam Yu spoke calmly, having long anticipated this result. Whether it was disappointment or anger, it no longer mattered to her.
When one's heart has died, living becomes mere survival, devoid of any emotions.
Just like Madam Yu at this very moment.
Since Yu Shuzhi's death, Madam Yu had been living like a walking corpse.
Her sole purpose for remaining in the Yu Family was the hope of one day personally killing the person who drove her daughter to death!
For this purpose, she endured everything, swallowed every bitter fruit.
"Xiaoyin, let it go..."
The blood at Madam Yu's neck did not stop flowing; the loss of blood rendered her complexion pale.
