"Don't call me mother, I don't have a daughter like you."
"Well, that's right, you couldn't have birthed a daughter like me."
"Your daughters have all abandoned you."
In contrast, it was this daughter, unlike a daughter, who came to see her. The comparison was clear. Who was more affectionate and dutiful was apparent at a glance.
"You still have the nerve to speak. If it weren't for you, how would my daughter have left me? It's all because of you, you plague. I should have drowned you in the water back then."
This was the one thing she regretted most in her life, without exception. She should have just dealt with her directly.
"Don't say that. Even without me, would your daughter not have left you? If I remember right, she moved out before anything happened, didn't she?"
"And how your daughter turned out doesn't seem to have much to do with me, because you raised her, right?"
