Mrs. Wilson''s eyes were fixed on the two of them. Her daughter was leaning in to say something to Sophia, and they looked for all the world like a real mother and daughter.


    Her heart hammered in her chest, a sharp pain searing through her senses.


    The daughter she had so carefully raised was on the best of terms with her husband''s mistress.


    She had never suspected her daughter would have any connection with this woman, let alone such a close one.


    Her hands, resting on the arms of the wheelchair, began to tremble as she stared at them.


    So, what Natalie had said was true. All this time, while she was diligently trying to guide her daughter, Sophia had been whispering poison, turning her own child against her.


    She had simply thought her daughter was rebellious and that with a little more patience, she would eventuallye around.


    She was wrong. Some people were just born without a heart.


    All these years, she had raised two ungrateful wretches. No, including her husband, it was three.


    She had just seen her daughter as rebellious; she''d never imagined a third party was involved.


    Her daughter had been so careful, never letting anything slip in her presence. She thought she had a happy family, and she had worked so hard to maintain it. She believed that if she just took good care of everyone, their family could be happy. But it was all a fantasy. This, right here, was reality. Her daughter liked her father''s mistress.


    Beneath her mask, her lips trembled, and a sharp, deep pain pierced her chest.


    But she was a woman who had weathered many storms. The pain was quickly reced by reason. If her bond with her children was so weak, then perhaps it was better to let them go.


    She spoke in a low voice, "Natalie, push me inside. I want to hear what they''re saying."


    Both of them were wearing masks, hats, and scarves. In the middle of winter, no one would find their attire suspicious or recognize them.


    Natalie pushed her closer to the two women.


    "Mommy Sophia, what do you think of this dress? If I wear this to the club, all my friends will say I look so sexy and gorgeous," Evelyn asked happily.


    Sophia looked at her with a loving smile, gently stroking her hair. Her voice was tender. "Our little Evy Looks beautiful in anything. This dress is a good length, it''s safer. It''s sexy, beautiful, and it suits your status. Let''s get this one too."


    "Yes! You''re the best, Mommy Sophia. I''m so d my mother is dead. She never let me wear clothes like this. She was always saying how dangerous clubs are. What''s so dangerous? Kids our age are so open these days. I was the only one she kept locked up at home. Now that she''s dead, I''m finally free You'' be my mom from now on When are you and Dad getting married? I can''t wait to live with you."


    Every one of Evelyn''s words was like a knife twisting in Mrs. Wilson''s heart.


    So, this was how much she wanted Sophia to be her mother.


    She lowered her gaze,rge tears falling silently. In that moment, she epted the bloody, painful reality.


    A momentter, she heard Sophia''s reply. "Sweet child, I also want to live with you as soon as possible. But we have to handle your mother''s situation first before I can marry your father."


    "She''s such an old hag. Dead, but still not giving us any peace. Don''t worry, Mommy Sophia, leave it to me. Tomorrow go back and, report Natale for my mother murder. We have clues now, and they all point to Natalie. Once my mother''s case is closed, the four of us can finally live happily ever after."