People passing by were dumbfounded.
How could a child not recognize their own mother and instead call the mistress, who tormented his mother, "mother"?
Ben seemed to sense the astonishment of others, as he slowly raised his head to look at the onlookers around him.
Finally, he settled his gaze on the face of the woman who first stepped up to "administer justice."
"You all got it wrong, she is my mother..." he pointed at Lily.
"She is not," he then pointed at Vivian Walters.
Vivian Walters, pointed out by Ben, began to struggle in pain, mumbling "ah, um," but she couldn't speak clearly because Lily was grasping her chin.
Ben coolly turned back, his icy gaze landing on Vivian Walters's face.
Seeing that face, so similar to his mother's but disgustingly nausiating.
A hint of repulsion flashed in Ben's cold eyes.
"Mother..." Ben looked up at Lily, "Mother, let her go; I have something to say to her."
