His nose felt sore and he said in a hoarse voice: "Mom..."
Yu's mother raised her head drowsily, and when she saw that her woman was awake, her hanging heart fell back to where it was before.
"My good daughter, just wake up."
Touching the scars on Yu Yuanyuan's face distressedly, Yu's mother's tears also flowed down.
"Child, are you wronged?"
Yu Yuanyuan didn't want her mother to worry, so she couldn't speak and could only keep shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, it's mom who's sorry for you. Mom can't give you a normal life, and she can't even send you to school."
Back then, Yu's mother also sent Yu Yuanyuan to kindergarten, but since that incident happened, Xia Zihao did not allow her to go to school and could only follow him
Yu’s mother was a little reluctant at first, but when she thought of the Xia family’s kindness, she finally compromised.
It's not like she didn't see the undercurrent between the two people, but she chose to turn a blind eye. Even when the woman was forced to see a psychiatrist time and time again, she didn't show any reproach in her eyes.
But this time, she couldn't swallow her anger any longer.
Ever since her husband died, her daughter has been her heart and soul, but the heavy gratitude of the Xia family is weighing on her head, which makes her a little timid, but that doesn't mean she can endure it to this extent.
Mother Yu looked at Yu Yuanyuan, her eyes suddenly flashed with determination, "My child, mother will not let you be wronged again."
Yu Yuanyuan saw something was wrong and asked hurriedly, "Mom, no, don't embarrass me."
"Silly boy, what are you talking about?" Mother Yu smiled softly, "It's okay, just take a rest. The young master went to England and doesn't need to go to school."
The young master went to England?
Her mind couldn't digest the news at once, but her heart didn't feel as relaxed as she expected. She was really sick and had been abused to the point of becoming servile.
Lie on the bed, close your eyes and fall asleep again
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"Yuanyuan, do you want to go to school?"
Mother and daughter were sitting in the room around a small table. The small table was filled with Yu Yuanyuan's favorite meals, all of which were cooked by Yu's mother herself.