Victoria Sheldon choked on a mouthful of blood, unable to swallow or spit it out, her eyes looking at Amelia Clarke, almost spitting fire.
"Mom, how can you do this? What if something happens to Amelia Clarke, am I supposed to compensate with my property? Am I really your biological child?"
This statement was particularly harsh to the ears of the bystanders.
Old Madame Sheldon's eyes slid over to Victoria Sheldon with a touch of disappointment.
Her daughter, was there really no trace of family affection in her heart and eyes?
From a very young age, Old Madame Sheldon realized her daughter wasn't as considerate and understanding as her son. The older they grew, the more obvious the gap became.
