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After chatting with Sang's mother for a while, seeing that it was pitch black outside, Sang's mother wanted her daughter to stay overnight and talk about her feelings.

Sang Huan's body was covered in marks, and her clothes would expose her completely. She quickly refused her mother's offer, saying that there was a car that could help take her back in time.

Seeing her daughter's resolute attitude, Sang's mother didn't say anything more and accompanied the person downstairs.

Song Ye was chatting with Lin's father when he saw the two of them come out and hurriedly came to greet them. After learning that Song Ye was also going back to the village, Sang's mother was relieved.

After a brief farewell, watching the car disappear into the darkness, Sang's mother turned away and headed upstairs at the guesthouse.

Having spent so many years with Mrs. Sang, Mr. Lin immediately noticed that Mrs. Sang was in a bad mood. He quickly followed her and asked what had happened after they entered the room.

Sang's mother remained silent with her back to him, only quietly organizing the clothes in her suitcase. The quieter she was, the more anxious Lin's father became. Ignoring everything else, he hurriedly stepped forward and cautiously tried to speak.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Sang's mother remained silent, continuing to pick out her clothes for the evening. Lin's father became even more anxious and quickly squatted down to take her hand.

"Xiaoman, please tell me what's wrong, okay? Don't ignore me. Didn't we agree before that you wouldn't wrong yourself?"

Sang's mother kept her head down and didn't say a word, but a single tear fell down and landed right on the back of Lin's father's hand.

Like a hot branding iron, it burned a searing pain in Lin's father's heart.

He and Sang's mother were married for ten years in their second marriage. Her personality was like the warm sun in spring, and she always took good care of the whole family. The last time she cried was because Lin Xue caused Sang Huan to go to the countryside.

today......

Recalling what the two had talked about in the room, a bad feeling arose in Lin's father's heart.

He took a deep breath and quickly grasped his mother's hand, his voice filled with uncontrollable heartache.

"Xiaoman, just tell me what's wrong. Don't cry. It hurts my heart to see you crying."

Sang's mother was young when she gave birth to Sang Huan, and she is not even forty yet. In addition, she pays attention to self-care, so she looks like a young girl in her late twenties.

She was also gentle and beautiful. When she cried, looking at Lin's father with her tearful eyes, Lin's father's heart broke.

"Old Lin, I'm just so upset. Huanhuan just told me a lot. It turns out she's with that kid, Xiao Song..."

Sang's mother sobbed softly as she recounted the events. In her words, because she had only been focused on managing the household and hadn't paid attention to Sang Huan, Lin Xue had been secretly suppressing Sang Huan behind her back all these years.

Even in the countryside, she found Sang Huan's presence an eyesore, treating her like a slave and even scheming against her by sending her to Song Ye, whom she considered a country bumpkin...

After hearing this, Mr. Lin had no doubts whatsoever. After all, Mrs. Sang had always been gentle and kind in front of him all these years.

Even if Lin Xue caused any trouble, she would only speak well of her in front of Lin's father and would never blame him. As for whether Sang Huan would lie? That was even more impossible!

After all, he had watched Sang Huan grow up, and this child was much more obedient and sensible than Lin Xue!

Lin's father sent Lin Xue to the countryside to toughen her up, but who would have thought that not only did he fail to toughen her up, but she also bullied his sister because no one was watching her!

Lin's father almost fainted from anger at this fool, but his wife, Sang, caught him in time and managed to stand up.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes almost spit fire.

"That idiot, how dare she do that! She must have lost her mind!"

Unlike usual, Sang's mother didn't speak up for Lin Xue. She just patted his back gently, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiaoman, I'm so sorry to you and Huanhuan, but..."

Looking at her, Lin's father felt extremely distressed. After all, Lin Xue was his and his deceased wife's only child, and he had promised to take good care of her before she passed away.

He couldn't just leave Lin Xue behind...

Having spent so much time with him, how could Sang's mother not know how much Lin's father cared about this daughter? The reason she said those things was to test Lin's father's current attitude towards Lin Xue.

Since the other party was unwilling to give up Lin Xue, she had no choice but to use another method.

A sinister glint flashed in Sang's mother's eyes, but when she raised her face, she resumed her pitiful appearance.

"Old Lin, I know. I'm not blaming Xiaoxue; I hate myself."

"What?"

"It's all my fault. I must be the mother who didn't take good care of Xiaoxue in time. Otherwise, she wouldn't hate Huanhuan so much. It's all my fault."

Sang's mother sobbed softly, and after hearing her words, Lin's father felt even more guilty.

"Xiaoman, don't be like this. It's Lin Xue's fault for being so useless. It has nothing to do with you. You're weak right now, so don't overwork yourself and hurt your health."

"No, I'm just heartbroken. I've watched both of my children grow up, how could they have gotten to this point..."

Sang's mother's shoulders trembled, and her eyes were brimming with tears that seemed about to fall. Lin's father was heartbroken at the sight, and his resentment towards his daughter, Lin Xue, deepened even further.

They were a perfectly good family, look what she's made of it.

"Xiaoman, you've done a great job all these years. It's Xiaoxue who doesn't know what's good for her. Once we get her out of trouble, I'll make her apologize to you properly."

An apology isn't enough. They bullied her daughter like this; even letting her die would be too lenient.

Sang's mother thought resentfully in her heart, but responded softly on the surface.

"It's getting late, Lao Lin, let's rest first, so we can get up early tomorrow to see Xiaoxue."

"Okay, you should rest now. You're pregnant, so don't bother serving me. I'll go get some water."

"Okay, be careful."

Sang's mother's eyes were full of concern, but after Lin's father left, her expression suddenly turned cold.

She wanted to see which one Lin's father would choose: a child who was not yet fully formed, or his useless daughter who had become a murderer.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sang Huan only learned that her mother had almost miscarried when she got ready to take the bus to the county at noon.

She didn't get home until almost 2 a.m. yesterday, and Song Ye had to pull her out of bed to get up the next morning.

She was feeling extremely uncomfortable from the bumpy car ride the whole way, and when she suddenly heard the news, she thought she had misheard.

"It's true. Aunt Sang and Uncle Lin went to the station to see Lin Xue early this morning. They wanted to ask Lin Xue what had happened, but Aunt Sang had only exchanged a few words with Lin Xue when Lin Xue suddenly pushed her like a madwoman. Aunt Sang lost her balance and fell, and she's still in the hospital!"