Mo Yu was stunned, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity as she looked at Mo Su.
She was disappointed, yes, but even more so, she had no words to retort.
Mo Su's words struck her sore spot once again. She was right—if only she'd loved Ye Yuan a little less, she wouldn't have fallen into this predicament.
But even so, she still had reasons she must escape from here.
If she couldn't personally get rid of Ye Jiuliang, she would never die content.
Mo Yu softened her tone and began to play the card of kinship, "Mo Su, you should know how I've always treated you. I've always been protective of you, and besides, am I not your mother? Is this how you repay me?"
Protective of her?
Mo Su scoffed derisively.
She had been kind to her, thinking she was Ye Yuan's child.
But when she found out she wasn't, she almost strangled her by mistake, and her gaze often carried a hint of disgust.
She wasn't Mo Chen—so easily deceived.
