She no longer attends family gatherings or responds to anyone's greetings.
After lunch that day, she hung her head and silently turned to return to her room.
But as she reached the stairs, she was stopped by Lana Lowell.
Lana Lowell spread her arms wide, deliberately blocking the middle of the steps, standing two steps above, looking down with a cold smile.
"Sister, you're silent all day, what's the point?"
Her tone was flippant, with an upward curl at the corner of her mouth.
"With everyone gone, who are you putting on this act for?"
Cora Lowell didn't even glance at her, her gaze calm.
She merely slowly lifted her head and turned her gaze towards Yvonne Cheney who was standing to the side.
"He's your own child too."
Watching your own daughter sarcastically taunt your son's death, doesn't it seem laughable to you?
Doesn't it feel disgusting?
Yvonne Cheney's face froze, her lips slightly trembling, yet she remained silent.
