Delia's POV
Zaniyah came home after dinner and smashed two vases in the living room.
"Zaniyah, what are you doing?" Brent said angrily.
With a full expression of anger, Zaniyah stretched out and pointed at me. "This is all because of you, It's all your fault.”
Why did you marry my father in the first place? Simply because you brought the Brennan family a cheap drag bottle. She has not only taken everything from me now, but she also humiliated me in front of everyone. Damn it, damn it!”
I'm a little upset right now. "Zaniyah."
"Why should you call me that if you don't call me by my name? Without my father, you would be a bitch abandoned by sinful engineers. Have I ever told you to talk to your cheap daughter, who isn't sure if she's living or dead, and to roll as far away from my position as possible? But how long has it been? Let me know what you did."
I'm in a bit of pain. Looking at Brent.