บท 74: Chapter 74

Song Yangyao's POV

I sat there seething as my father coldly berated my mother, dismissing her anguish with a callous wave of indifference. Yes, she had made mistakes and indiscretions that brought this situation to a head. But the way he so ruthlessly tore her down, stripping away every shred of dignity and self-worth she had so painstakingly built up over the years...it ignited a raging inferno of hatred inside me.

Hot, bitter resentment scorched through my veins as I watched the naked pride and indulgence wash over his aristocratic features when his gaze flickered towards that bastard son Yu. So this swaggering, insufferably arrogant half-breed spawn of his mistress was to be the celebrated heir apparent now? Rewarded for the profound breaches of decorum committed against our household, while my long-suffering mother got cast aside like worthless refuse?