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"The young master of who, Mother?" She narrowed her eyes on Evelyn. Somehow, she was starting to resent her mother, and he never wanted that.

"You are going to marry him, Anna. This is not up for discussion. You have turned down everyone else, but luckily, he is the best choice for you," Although she felt chills run down her spine from Anna's cold gaze, she still said it.

"I already hate you, mother, don't make me resent you. I am begging you. Please, don't make me," Anna said, her expression changing as she spoke, and by the time she was done, her face was blank, showing no expression at all.

Evelyn was taken aback, stunned by those hurtful words. How could her daughter say such things to her? After everything she had done to raise her to perfection, these were the things she had to say to her?

"You ungrateful…"