A glimmer of sulkiness flashed across Willow’s eyes.
Willow’s face was pale. “Aunty, I know I’m inferior to my mother. You should also know that my mother died when I was very young. I—”
“Alright.” There was a hint of impatience in Larissa’s eyes. "Just behave yourself and keep your nose clean in the future, don’t embarrass your mother. Your grandfather will definitely not like your over-compliant personality.
“The women of the de Arma family always have to be tough. But judging from how you’re carrying yourself, you’ll never amount to anything.”
“Understood,” Willow responded while clenching her fist.
‘D*mn it, if it wasn’t for the identity and status that I’ll get from being the daughter of the de Armas, why would I stay here and take all this nonsense from her?’
“You can go back now if there’s nothing else. I’m tired and need to get some rest already.” Larissa got up from the couch and went upstairs.
Willow came out of the Lucas family's mansion with a solemn face. Madam Luca
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