"Brook is a well behaved and good child. She married my uncle's son right after graduating from university."
"It's a shame, that boy also didn't turn out well. He got into a drunken brawl and crippled someone, had to pay a lot of money, and still ended up serving a few years in prison."
"Even though they haven't had children yet, Brook has fulfilled her duties as a good wife, dutifully caring for her in laws and waiting for the day her husband is released from prison."
Saying these things now felt like a cruel joke, just like the clothes on her body, the shame in her heart was being stripped away layer by layer.
Brook was so ashamed she didn't dare open her eyes, but Hela would not let her off so easily. She was not a person prone to softening.
As she spoke, she reached out and began unbuttoning Brook's blouse, her movements so natural it was as if she were dressing her own child.
