Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 772 The Mystery of One’s Birth (1)_1

Chapter 772: Chapter 772 The Mystery of One’s Birth (1)_1

Mo Yan never expected that Mrs. Du, having just been released from prison, would actually find her way to their home!

Yesterday, Grandfather Li came back and secretly told her that he had already sent Mrs. Du to the Escort Agency, just waiting for the agency to receive the goods sent south by the host family before taking Mrs. Du with them. Now, Mrs. Du’s appearance here clearly meant she had run away from the Escort Agency, and she must have known they lived in Liu Yang Village beforehand; otherwise, she wouldn’t have found this place so quickly.

This woman clearly knew they were in Jing City and that they lived in Liu Yang Village. She had never checked in on them before, but now she suddenly remembered. However, Mo Yan had never intended to acknowledge her mother, nor would she let her family see Mrs. Du and disturb their peaceful and happy life.

Staring at the firmly closed courtyard door, Mrs. Du, who had guessed that it would come to this, couldn’t help letting out tears of sorrow. But she knew that now was not the time for grief; there was something far more important that she needed to do.

Mrs. Du’s dry and yellowed hand stretched out, heavily knocking on the courtyard door, crying out, "Yanyan, would you please open the door? I’m your mother, I’m your birth mother!"

Mo Yan stood just behind the door, watching it shake from the banging, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. She then stepped forward to unbar the door, tightly grasped the hand that nearly hit her face, closed the door behind them, and emotionlessly pulled Mrs. Du into a secluded corner.

"Yanyan, you’re willing to see your mother," said Mrs. Du excitedly, reaching out to touch her face, utterly unaware of the cold indifference in Mo Yan’s eyes.

Mo Yan stepped back, avoiding the hand that was about to touch her face, and asked coldly, "Speak, what exactly do you want to do?"

Mrs. Du froze completely, tears overflowing once again, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it is I who have wronged you. Please don’t hate me, okay? Your mother was wrong, I know I was wrong, wuuwuu..."

Mo Yan was willing to see Mrs. Du because she was worried that her ruckus might reach the dining room and be overheard. Seeing that Mrs. Du was reluctant to state her purpose, Mo Yan said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just hurry up. I don’t want to listen to your confessions, nor do I have the time."

Hearing this, Mrs. Du was so scared that she didn’t dare to cry out loud anymore. Her silent sobbing only made Mo Yan more irritated, "If you have no business here, then leave quickly, live your own life; but if you have ill intentions towards my Mo Family, don’t blame me for being impolite."

Mrs. Du was frightened again by Mo Yan’s stern tone, and she suddenly felt that the girl before her was very unfamiliar, no longer the soft, quiet little girl who used to snuggle in her arms and listen to her stories.

At this thought, Mrs. Du’s sorrowful expression instantly turned to anger, her voice becoming sharp and piercing, "Is it your father, right? Did your father speak ill of me in front of you, which made you hate me and refuse to acknowledge me, is that it?"

Mo Yan had not expected Mrs. Du to say such things and nearly burst out laughing from anger. She spoke with biting sarcasm, "Speak ill of you? Hate you? Who do you think you are!"

Seeing Mrs. Du’s disbelieving headshake, Mo Yan didn’t bother to spare her dignity, releasing all the pent-up grievances she had felt since their souls merged, "You abandoned your husband and children to elope with someone else, leaving my father, myself, and my siblings to face mockery and humiliation. Yet when my father was drunk, he would take our hands and tell us not to hate you, saying you had no choice but to leave and that you loved us deep down. But now I know how wildly mistaken my father was! If you truly loved us siblings, you would not have shown up here today. All along, you’ve been the most selfish, the most heartless one. What right do you have to wrong my father? Or is it that even you are ashamed to admit to having abandoned your husband and child to elope, blaming everything on my father just to give yourself a fig leaf? Do you really think it hides anything?"