What mistress? Whose mother is really the mistress here?
Xiyan's chest heaved violently with anger. "Xia Shiyi, enough! Twisting the truth only goes so far!"
Xia Shiyi, adopting an air of reckless defiance, raised her voice, "Did I say anything wrong? Xia Xiyan, don't act like you're so pitiful! Everything you have now, you brought onto yourself! Let me tell you the truth—over a decade ago, my mom and dad already knew each other. Your mom was the one who barged in later and stole away my dad! Your mom is the mistress! The shameless mistress! A woman like her, becoming a vegetable is letting her off easy—she should just die!"
Smack!
A loud slap landed harshly across Xia Shiyi's face!
Xia Shiyi clutched her slightly reddened cheek in disbelief.
Xiyan—who had apparently risen from her hospital bed sometime earlier—had directly yanked out the needle from her hand, strode forward decisively, and without a word delivered that slap to Xia Shiyi!
