"Mom, why are you still letting her stay with us!" Olivia Zane looked up dissatisfiedly at her mother and asked loudly.
"What do you know!" Ariana Evans glanced at her, her face changing from its usual tender benevolence as she walked to sit down in front of the couch, "How could we keep her tied to us without a bit of warmth?"
"Do you think you can keep her by doing this?" Olivia Zane turned her wheelchair to face her mother and continued to question dissatisfied.
Ariana Evans glanced at her indifferently, impatiently saying, "Enough, there are no outsiders here, stop pretending, it's such a hassle."
"Mom, I'm asking you, why don't you answer me!" Out of anger, Olivia Zane threw off the blanket covering her legs, stood up from the wheelchair with a flourish, and strode towards her mother. With such a decisive and vigorous pace, who would believe she was supposed to be immobile?
