Clive didn’t respond. He stood up and quickly poured a glass of warm water for Clarissa.

He placed the cup of warm water in front of her and said in a deep voice, “Do you dare to drink the water I poured for you?”

Clarissa looked up at Clive, jealousy burning in her heart.

Why were other people’s sons always so outstanding?

Her own three sons could never compare. Although she valued girls over boys, she had invested a lot of time and effort in training her three sons, but in the end, they had to rely on the Farrell family for survival.

Whenever they tried to start a business, they always incurred losses and often asked Clarissa, as their mother, to cover them.

Clarissa lowered her gaze and said calmly, “I don’t drink plain water. It has no taste. You two should call me grandma twice so that I can hear it.”

If the elders are not kind and respectful, the younger generation will also be disrespectful,” Clive said, sitting back

these younger generations as relatives. To her, they were enemies. She wished she could wipe

“Everyone knows each other well, so there is no need to pretend to be relatives here. Even if we are

not treat Liberty’s aunt, Audrey, as a relative, even though Audrey was

younger generations. Since the relationship was about

sisters decades ago. If it weren’t for Clarissa’s ruthlessness,

elder, but an enemy,” Liberty emphasized the word

My eldest sister was very particular. If she knew that her descendants were of such low quality and disrespectful to their elders, she would not rest in

nothing to do with her. But you were raised by my grandma. She was particular and yet she taught you to be heartless and ungrateful. My

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