An unnatural flush appeared on Meng Fanxin's face. It was from anger.
Yu An was curious. Tian Fu was just a child right now. What could he have possibly done to make his own mother, Meng Fanxin, feel such immense... hatred for him?
That's right, hatred. A hatred so intense she looked like she wanted to kill Tian Fu.
"A child?"
A self-deprecating look flashed in Meng Fanxin's eyes. "What kind of child is cruel enough to frame his own mother? The scheme was so... so... vile!"
To be framed for adultery by her own son... even her worst enemies would have felt their grievances settled after seeing her meet such a fate.
She had gone through hell and back to give birth to Tian Fu. Looking at the tiny baby in her arms, she had secretly sworn to protect him and ensure he grew up safe and happy.
