1810, extortion?
"Why won't you just listen obediently? If you had, you wouldn't have gotten beaten!"
Muttering while holding her, the woman turned and walked towards the main door.
"Why do none of you obey? Why do all of you betray me? Why do you all deceive me?"
The woman's voice grew increasingly hideous.
She seemed to recall some unbearable past, her exposed eyes glinted with menace, sending chills down one's spine.
The little girl in her arms was already unconscious; otherwise, she would have been terrified by the woman's ferocious appearance, crying and trembling uncontrollably.
"Why do you have a perfect face while I am tormented like a monster?"
As she walked, the woman glared viciously at the little girl's face:
Apart from being dirty from lack of cleaning...
The little girl's features were very delicate, especially her deep, large eyes, long and lush eyelashes, and her little cherry-like lips.
