Ten years ago, I found an orphan girl in the slums and took her in. I personally taught her combat, marksmanship, and business strategy. I turned her from a beggar into an heiress everyone envied. My husband said he saw a younger version of me in her, so he spoiled her until she thought she could do no wrong. Then, on that rainy night, I saw her run over my biological daughter with her car. In the hospital, my daughter was covered in tubes, her body mangled beyond recognition. Shen Yanran handed me a letter of forgiveness, her tone casual. "Godmother, just sign it. Don't ruin my F1 race tomorrow."
