"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Han Shuang stood up. She was furious because her cub was defying her. Her body trembled slightly, her expression somewhat out of control. "Jin Tong," she said, her voice shaking, "you are my cub, and you are not mated. That means I am still your Mistress! Listen to yourself! Are those words you should be saying to your own mother, your own Mistress?!"
For over twenty years, Jin Tong, her fifth son, had rarely defied her. Recently, however, Jin Tong not only refused her arrangements and declined to mate with Jin Yao, but he had also confronted her more than once for Si Yan's sake.
"Jin Tong, yes, Si Yan is my biological child, but I've raised Jin Yao for over twenty years! Consider the bond of birth versus the bond of raising someone—take a good look and see which one truly matters more!"
A chill ran through Jin Tong's body, and a sense of despair slowly crept into his heart.
