Bertha coldly frowned. “Why don't I dare? Just now, Shane was here, the first time he came to my house for a meal, I forgave you once, but who would have thought you would continue to provoke me.”

“I am your stepmother.”

Bertha scoffed. "Except for my father, no one in this house acknowledges your identity? Don't you have any thoughts in your mind? You always want to escape to find a sense of existence, a cowardly lifestyle. Your lower self has been engraved into your ...