"How dare I say it?" Xia Lihua said. "I dare because you were ashamed of your own son when he became crippled! A real mother would have cherished her child, flaws and all. You should have been grateful that he survived that horrible accident. But no, even before his death, all Lingbing regretted was that he couldn't live up to your idea of a 'perfect son.' You neglected him and thought he was a burden!"
Lin Cuiping, shocked by Xia Lihua's boldness, took a step back. Her lips trembled as she attempted to form a response, but her words faltered. "You... you don't know anything!"
"Oh, I know more than you think," Xia Lihua retorted bitterly. "He confided almost everything in me and I know how he felt. We were that close."
"You bitc-"
