“I have already told you four years ago that you are not my daughter. I don’t have a daughter like you, and that bastard of yours has nothing to do with me.”
“Mom…” Lucia could not believe the words that had come out of a mother’s mouth. “Mom, why have you become like this? Are you still my mother?” Was this cruel woman the same mother who had loved her before?
Stella was still sneering. There was no sign of motherly love. She hated her—loathed her.
“The thing I had regretted the most was giving birth to you. You caused the death of a kind-hearted girl like Sophia.” She flung Lucia’s hand away and took a step back. It was as though she had some kind of virus on her; shameless and filthy.
Lucia was stunned. Her heart was completely broken, and it showed beneath her quivering eyelashes.
