For a time, all sorts of distasteful words reached Wen Xi Yao's ears.
Wen Xi Yao's complexion looked terrible as she looked at Mrs. Du, realizing that she intended to use the pressure of public opinion to force her to act on her behalf.
"Xi Yao, my son's plight is his own fault. Please consider my face as a pitiful old mother and let me see my son at least. I've always been quite good to you since you were little, Xi Yao."
Mrs. Du begged pitifully, while Wen Xi Yao stood there with a cold expression, making it seem even more to others that she was an adulteress, a flirtatious woman who abandoned a lower-status lover to climb higher.
Wen Xi Yao ignored the glances from everyone, her gaze fixed steadily on Mrs. Du with a coldness in her eyes, "You only say your son is insane and in hospital, but why don't you say why he went mad?"
