Susan raised her hand, pointing at her, trembling uncontrollably.
"Do you really think your daughter is your daughter now? What about my daughter? My daughter chose to commit suicide because of Sophia, and she almost died. How do we account for that? Are you saying your daughter is your precious gem, and mine should just be discarded as trash? Aurora, do you even have a conscience? Faking your death was one thing, but now you're using Sophia to deal with us? You're really something!"
"Hasn't anyone taught you the basic concept of respect? Please lower your hand."
Aurora glanced at her hand, her eyes growing colder.
Susan gritted her teeth, and suddenly, a figure quickly approached.
"Susan, what are you doing?"
Andrew grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away.
