"Adopted daughter? Are you and your family taking me for a fool or are you really stupid enough to believe the fabricated nonsense you've come up with?"
Harris's mother impatiently clicked her tongue and scornfully mocked me.
"How can you be a wife like this? Do you think a husband's words are like the word of God? Sarah, do you really think Harris can't do without you? Look at yourself, just a yellow-faced woman who only gave birth to a daughter. How can you compare to my obedient adopted daughter?"
Harris's also father chimed in, accusing me.
"Sarah, the most important thing for a woman is to be virtuous, obedient, and understanding. Harris always gives his best to you, and you should learn to be content. Don't make the family restless and chaotic."
I had already witnessed the twisted values of Harris's parents before I married him.
Even Harris himself knew what kind of rotten people his parents were.