Chapter 182 The Changing Mind

In pain, Cynthia shook her sore hand, "I didn't just slap you. If the law allows, I will chop you into pieces and throw you out to feed the dogs! I'm afraid the dogs won't eat your filthy body." "You!" Dorris pointed at her bitterly. Alston walked up from behind Cynthia, held her reddened hand in his palm and rubbed it, then looked coldly at Dorris, "If you don't want your finger anymore, just point at her." Dorris immediately withdrew her hand with a pale face, but dissatisfaction was still in her eyes. Cynthia smiled angrily, "Dorris, do you really want to compare yourself with my mother? I'm telling you, as you said, that's unfair. My mother was born loaded and treated like a princess. You only knew that but never understood what kind of suffering she had suffered. She has a serious illness but never complained. She lives actively every day, gentle and peaceful." "But what about you!" Her eyes were red, and she stared