Bai's mother finished speaking, casting a sidelong glance at Bai Jingqing. There wasn't the slightest hint of familial love in her eyes, "You've grown capable now, haven't you? Go ahead and try, but I don't believe that burdened with the sin of driving your own mother to death, you could live in peace!"
No matter how Bai's mother looked at Bai Jingqing now, she found him displeasing. She truly regretted raising this ungrateful wretch; she should have strangled him when he was a child!
Her son wouldn't have had to suffer so much hardship and grievance.
Bai Jingqing took a step back, his tall body swaying slightly. His face was ashen. If there is a kind of pain in this world, it's the kind called despair!
The word 'mother' had always been synonymous with greatness in his dictionary.
From childhood to adulthood, he had always loved his mother deeply—this very woman standing before him.
But today, she personally stabbed a knife into his heart...
