Summary
On the first day I married into the Marquis Mansion, the bullet comments went absolutely insane. [Here she comes, here she comes-the wicked stepmother has entered the story.] [Within three chapters, she’ll push the Young Heir into the lake.] I lowered my head and looked at my so-called stepson, who was said to be “only thirteen and all alone in the world.” He sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, his eyes docile and obedient. But once the maids withdrew, he slowly stood up-an entire head taller than me. “Mother.” He closed the door for me, his tone calm. “When do you plan to push me into the lake?”