Lu Family villa.
Madam Lu lay in bed, clutching her waist as she cried heart-wrenchingly: "Lingche has completely turned against me. I've raised him for so many years for nothing. He actually had the heart to push me down the stairs; I nearly lost my life, but he didn't even glance back before leaving. What kind of sins have I committed!"
"Lu Mingzhen, this is all your doing. If you hadn't messed around and had a son with another woman, would I have ended up in such a miserable state today?"
"A child that isn't your own will never grow close to you! No matter how much I treat him like my own, in the end, he won't even call me 'mom'! He even wants to kill me! He's just a little beast!"
Lu Shengqing, who was sitting beside her applying ointment, couldn't help but say, "Mom, don't say such harsh words. Lingche just wasn't careful, he didn't mean to push you down the stairs."
"It wasn't an accident; he did it on purpose!"