Wen Wan sneered, "What explanation?"
Song Fang was trembling with anger, "At the time my third brother needed you most, you brought up divorce. Don't you think that's too much?"
Wen Wan sat in the armchair opposite, her expression calm, "Does the Heir's wife feel that I shouldn't have proposed divorce, or that I shouldn't have raised it at your mother's memorial hall?"
Heir's wife, your mother...
Such an unfamiliar address was like a steel needle, deeply piercing Song Fang's heart; she only felt excruciating pain.
