As the carriage made its way to Hell Monarch Estate, Ethel clutched a lunch box. Despite pouring every ounce of strength into holding back her emotions, tears streamed down her face like a broken dam.It had been 18 years. There had been countless days and nights of torment Ethel could never forget. Every single day, she regretted not being kinder to her daughter.While her in-laws, husband, and son had all showered Jaina with love, she had been the strict one, sometimes even punishing her by slapping her hand, confining her to her room, and leaving her hungry.Over the years, many memories had faded. However, the image of Jaina's wronged little face, her tear-streaked cheeks, and how she had timidly come to Ethel after being scolded remained painfully clear. Each memory was a drop that merged into a river, eroding the most tender spots of her heart day after day.Ethel couldn't forgive herself. Jaina wasn't particularly mischievous, so why had she scolded her? Why had she hit he
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