"You..." Father Shen raised his hand in anger.
"Go ahead, hit me! If you can, hit me!" Dong Shuhua raised her chin, tears streaming down her face. "I'm a mother; there's no way I can watch my son be executed without trying to save him."
"Nonsense! You're not saving Yu'er; you're harming him, don't you know that? If it were me, I'd rather choose to die now than live under endless blame, disdain, and hatred. Yu'er is so proud; can he bear all that? He'd go insane even without the Meng Family intervening. And do you think Meng Xingzhi won't act? Don't you know what kind of demon lord his son is? He can do anything. Our Shen Family no longer has the capability to continue protecting Yu'er."
Father Shen put his hand down, took three steps back, and sighed deeply, "Let's separate from now on. I don't want to see you anymore."
After speaking, he hunched his back and trudged heavily out the door.
