"Over twenty years ago, you were already headed towards a dead end and I was the one who brought you back to the right path. Yet, you repaid kindness with ingratitude and caused the death of my wife and maliciously created trouble for my daughter time and time again," he said.
Shen Qinghe looked at the tearful Shen Qinglian with an impassive expression.
No matter how much she cried now, he wouldn't be moved. All he felt for her now was cold and hatred, longing to tear her apart.
However, the children were right. Killing her would only bring her relief. It would be better to torment her, making her life a living hell—this would be the best punishment for her.
As for someone like her, even putting her in prison would be liberating in a way.
"Shen Qinghe, we are siblings by blood," Shen Qinglian continued trying to pull the kinship card, but she overestimated her importance to Shen Qinghe.