Tania was totally dumbfounded.


    The baby was gone?


    Seeing the look on Tania’s face, Prisci let out a sarcastic, sadugh. She drawled deliberately, “I lost my baby, the night you celebrated Larissa’s birthday for her. I called you so many times, but you never picked up.”


    Her casual tone carried the deep despair and agony of that rain-soaked night.


    Tania’s expression stiffened. She had indeed seen Prisci’s calls that night, but she had ignored them because she never liked Prisci.


    After the party was over, she wanted to call back, but she forgot because something else came up.


    “Prisci, I…” She instinctively wanted to apologize, but the words caught in her throat.


    She was Prisci’s mother. Why should she apologize to Prisci?


    Besides, it was just an ident. No one had expected it.


    On top of that, none of them were to me for Prisci’s miscarriage, least of all Larissa.


    At this, she no longer felt guilty.


    “It had nothing to do with Larissa.” She frowned, puzzled by Prisci’s decision to take it out on Larissa. “Besides, you’re young. You’ll have other children.


    “The bottom line is, you shouldn’t have embarrassed Larissa in front of so many people. We’re family, and we share both honor and disgrace. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”


    The medical report surfaced in Prisci’s mind, and Tania’s voice grew jarring.


    Tania kept on and on about how she shouldn’t have med Larissa for her miscarriage or embarrassed Larissa at the conference. Would Tania ever stop?


    “Could you stop?” she couldn’t help but interrupt Tania.


    “I wanna rest.”


    Tania frowned. Prisci’s temperament was one of the reasons for her disapproval.


    Prisci had always been so cold and distant, as if everyone owed her.


    “Larissa keeps crying at home. Call her and apologize to her.” Tania finally revealed her real purpose here. “We’re family. None of us is your enemy, Prisci. Besides, you’re Larissa’s sister. You should…”


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    “Prisci, don’t be so rude,” Tania said, furrowing her brows even more.


    “You’ve doted on her since she was a little girl. And I? I grew up in a small town in the countryside, and you’ve never bothered to call, asking me how I’ve been doing. Why? What do I owe her? How could you be so unfair?” Prisci’s eyes reddened.


    She had bottled these up for three years. At this moment, all her frustration and rage finally exploded.


    Tania spat, “Dillon had a hard time building his business back then. What else could we possibly do? We never let you suffer. It’s not like you were on the streets, begging or something. Do you really have to hate us so much?”


    Hate? That was so urate.


    Hatred was what built Prisci’s cold, distant personality.


    “Yeah, sure. Dad struggled to start his own business. And you could afford to raise Larissa and ude, but not me,” Prisci said,ughing sadly.


    Her sarcastic words left Tania embarrassed and furious. Also, deep down, a trace of guilt crept over her heart, though she didn’t realize it.


    She said, “Maybe we haven’t given you enough attention. But Larissa has never done anything wrong. She’s always cared about you. You’re her sister…”


    “Larissa dumped her fiance three years ago and pushed him onto me. Now that she’s back, she wants my husband. Gee, is this how she cares about me?” Prisci let out a cold smile. “Please tell her to stop. Such generosity is more than I can bear.”


    “You…” Tania frowned.


    “I wanna rest. Please leave.” Prisci turned her head away, no longer wanting to say another word.


    Tania walked toward the door with a scowl. Before stepping out, she turned back. “Bonnie misses you. Come back and visit her when you feel better.”


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