"Mom, why do you have to pretend? Don't worry. Auntie Winnie is generous, and she won't argue with you. We come here specifically to pick you up. As long as you go back, apologize to Auntie Winnie, and promise to take good care of us in the future, I will still recognize you as my mom."
Bryan was already thirteen years old. He had grown taller and stronger, and he looked pretty much like his dad. But his temper was still as disgusting as ever.
"However, mom?"
If I had heard that before, I might still feel heartbroken and angry, and would stop and interrupt.
But at this point, they two only made me feel disgusted.
I was the daughter of the Williams family, and I grew up with Samuel since childhood.
Originally, we were a loving couple, and we had Bryan a year after we got married.
Before Winnie appeared, we three lived a very happy and harmonious life.
As for Bryan, I took good care of him in every aspect all by myself. I never relied on others, let alone hired a nanny to take care of him.
Because of this, my son had always been very attached to me. Even Samuel had complained and felt jealous, hugging me and complaining that I had given my love to Bryan.