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tely linked arms with her mother-in-law as they sat at the dining table. The four of them were enjoying a harmonious family dinner. I quiet

king dishes. My daughter was talking about handling the remains of a middle-aged woman at the hospital today. She urged her mother-in

ur mom too. She lives

f food. Without lifting her head, she replied in a l

Hana? No matter what,

ifferently, "I wish she wasn't my mom. The moment sh

g torn apart, the pain was unbearable. Daughter, do you hate

to her room. She took out her phone,