Luna glared at the two people embracing each other, her eyes burning with venomous hatred.
That damned little bastard!
She fixed her gaze, pretending to be excited as she walked forward, reaching out her hand to Zola: "Zola, come to Mommy."
Zola trembled at her voice, viciously flinging away her hand: "You're not my mom!"
"Zola... I carried you for ten months, you're my child. How can you, how can you call some scheming woman 'mom'?!"
Luna looked deeply aggrieved, chokingly accusing Vera: "Sister, I know you hate me, but Zola is my child. You can't steal her away."
Vera's lips twitched; she truly couldn't bear to watch Luna's pathetic act.
She really didn't get it—was Luna actually Zola's biological mother?
Why did Zola so fiercely reject her, and Luna herself showed absolutely no concern for Zola?
