Chapter 17 A Family of Scoundrels

"Your mother was something we bought to continue the family line! We treated her so well—gave her food and clothes, and yet she ran away! She even tried to take my grandson with her when she died! Why didn’t you die with your mother, you wretch!" Maria was recording the call, so she held back her anger. "How can you be so shameless to say such things? My mother had a happy family, but you kidnapped her and took her to some remote village. You didn’t give her clothes or enough food, fearing she’d escape, so you fed her only once every three days." "You chained her up at home. She was kidnapped at sixteen, and from then on, you forced her to have a child every year. If it was a girl, you killed it. She had eight children in eleven years. You call that treating her well?" The person on the other end was infuriated by Maria’s words and began hurling the most vicious insults at her. "You and your mother are both trash. What kind of woman goes to a city full of men to work and live? And