The widow spoke confidently, "Everyone has their fate, there is no right or wrong, and I don't regret it! How can you rich people, living high and mighty, understand the sufferings of the poor? I've been doomed to a life of toil my whole life, how could you understand."
"You're not wrong, so is your son wrong then?" Tiana Thorne said, "You gave birth to him but didn't treat him well. Why did you bring him into this world, to suffer along with you, to endure disdain, unable to gain your affection? Alex has never complained; on the contrary, he loves you deeply."
"Oh, back then you saw he had intellectual issues when he was born, almost smothered him with a pillow, how cruel." Tiana Thorne raised her voice.
"I didn't! He's my son, how could I do such a thing? Even if I wasn't good to him, he wouldn't blame me. He knows my efforts were for his good!" The widow glared at Tiana Thorne, unwilling to concede.
