"Lily, don't blame the Old Master, after all, she raised you and your brother until now. Although she doesn't like me, I still feel grateful to her in my heart."
"What's there to be grateful for? If it weren't for her, why would my brother and I have to endure the sad plight of first not having a father and then losing our mother?"
Lily Jones looked full of hate. She glanced at Thompson Shuyi, her eyes reddening.
"You don't know, when I was little, so many classmates laughed at me for being a poor child without a mother. They even asked if my mother was a prostitute, saying only a prostitute would abandon her child to continue that line of work."
Thompson Shuyi: "..."
Lily Jones, seemingly unaware of the impropriety in her own words, looked towards Thompson Shuyi with teary eyes, a trace of an "aunt-like" smile on her face as she said:
"Now seeing you're not a prostitute, I'm really happy."
Thompson Shuyi: "..."