"I, I didn't, it wasn't me, it wasn't me." Big Sister shook her head repeatedly, denying the things she had done before.
She never imagined that denying the child would eventually be exposed. Back then, no one knew about it. Why did that Old Patriarch have to bring it up?
"Head of the Household, believe me, it wasn't me. I didn't do it; they are my children too. Why wouldn't I want them back by my side?"
She looked up at Daya's Father, tears blurring her eyes as she gazed at him.
"It truly wasn't me. Those are my children; I gave birth to them with my life!"
"Exactly because you gave birth with your life, that's why you don't care for them, isn't it?" The old woman no longer showed Big Sister any kindness, coldly retorting.
Since those two children were born, this vicious woman didn't even give them a mouthful of milk. That's when she realized how heartless this woman was.
