The old man initially wanted to go look with his son. He had a gut feeling that if Daya wasn't home, it was certainly linked to this daughter-in-law.
But considering the nature of his daughter-in-law, he dared not leave the old woman alone at home, so he had to stay.
At least with two adults around, the daughter-in-law wouldn't dare to act rashly.
"Hmph."
Seeing Daya's Father leave, Big Sister snorted coldly and crawled up from the ground.
"Who's afraid of whom? A dead girl, it's your family who treats her like a treasure. Otherwise, it'd be better to quickly sell her, at least you'd have more money in hand."
She muttered softly, raising her hand to touch her swollen, bleeding face from the hit, grimacing in pain.
"You, you..."
The old woman heard her daughter-in-law's words and started trembling with anger.
How can someone be like this? Isn't Daya the flesh that fell from her body?
