"I suppose you should be happy, after all, it's you who killed Yan Hao. That was the son she raised with her own hands. Do you want to hear it? She said herself that birth grace cannot compare to the grace of raising..."
As she spoke, Lady Dongfang took out her phone and played a recording for Jiang Nuo to hear.
"Nonsense! Why are you sad? If you were really sad, why didn't you come to Ah Hao's funeral?" Lady Dongfang questioned her.
"I wanted to go, but they wouldn't allow me. They kept such a close watch on me during those days that I couldn't go anywhere. I really snuck out just to take a look at Ah Hao. After all, I raised him with my own hands for over 20 years. He was so adorable and obedient when he was little..."
"You're lying! You hated him, wished for his death, because he took everything from your son."
