Clive didn’t respond. He stood up and quickly poured a glass of warm water for Clarissa.

He placed the cup of warm water in front of her and said in a deep voice, “Do you dare to drink the water I poured for you?”

Clarissa looked up at Clive, jealousy burning in her heart.

Why were other people’s sons always so outstanding?

Her own three sons could never compare. Although she valued girls over boys, she had invested a lot of time and effort in training her three sons, but in the end, they had to rely on the Farrell family for survival.

Whenever they tried to start a business, they always incurred losses and often asked Clarissa, as their mother, to cover them.

Clarissa lowered her gaze and said calmly, “I don’t drink plain water. It has no taste. You two should call me grandma twice so that I can hear it.”

If the elders are not kind and respectful, the younger

made Clarissa visibly unhappy. She didn’t consider these younger generations as relatives.

“Everyone knows each other well, so there is no need to pretend to be relatives here. Even if we are truly

went to Wiltspoon, she did not treat Liberty’s aunt, Audrey, as a relative, even though Audrey was Clarissa’s

to these younger generations. Since the relationship was about to break, there was

killed her own sisters decades ago. If it weren’t for Clarissa’s ruthlessness, Serenity and Liberty would not

elder, but an

eldest sister. My eldest sister was very particular. If she knew that her descendants were of such low quality and disrespectful to their elders, she

and yet she taught you to be heartless and ungrateful. My grandma was your eldest sister, so she was also an elder. Did you respect her? How did my grandparents die? How did my third

her aunt Audrey and mother Harlow to flee at a young age,

the heartless, ungrateful, and cruel old woman

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