She only took a step when Lillian pulled on her clothes directly. “You shameless woman, seducing someone else’s husband! I curse you a lifetime of poverty and suffering, and that your child will not be able to survive.”
She started throwing malicious words towards Lucia, almost crazily. Lucia just listened coldly, but when her child was mentioned, she turned back fiercely.
She reached out two hands around Lillian's neck and grabbed tightly, like an evil ghost climbing back from hell. Her hatred was pure, extreme. It was hatred to death, to life, and to everything that was so.
“Don’t you dare curse my child like that. She would continue to live. She wouldn’t die, she won’t.” She could curse her because her life indeed did not contain much luck, but she couldn’t curse her daughter, not on
