I didn’t respond. I had already decided to leave, so I didn’t care anymore.
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When we arrived at the Lopez family’s old estate, the moment we stepped inside, I saw my mother-in-law and Xandra happily playing with Apollo.
Xandra was dressed in a high-end limited-edition outfit, her face radiant. There was no trace of exhaustion from childbirth.
My mother-in-law, doting on her grandson, was feeding Xandra spoonfuls of bird’s nest soup, treating her like her daughter.
The moment Xandra saw me, she smirked and turned to my mother-in-law, her voice dripping with false modesty. "Auntie, you really don’t have to treat me so well. People might mistake me for your daughter-in-law. Lydia might get jealous. You should give her the bird’s nest instead—she’s weak and needs it more."
Following her gaze, my mother-in-law looked at me, her expression immediately turning sour.
I was still wearing the bloodstained clothes from the day of the accident.
Disgust flashed across her face. "Has my son ever deprived you of food or clothing? Why are you dressed like this? It’s so unlucky—are you trying to embarrass our family?"