?<strong>Chapter 663:</strong>


    Thements section was filled with activity.


    “Jada just got out of custody and now she’s killed someone? How can she be so heartless? People like her deserve the death penalty!”


    “Looks like this is Jada’s true nature. No wonder Esteban wants a divorce. With a daughter like that, Mara can’t be much better.”


    “Jada should be sentenced to death right away!”


    “Thank God Esteban survived. Jada is beyond despicable! I hope he sues her and throws her in prison.”


    “Actually, I think Jada’s innocent. His father gave thepany to Susan, and Jada is left with nothing. It’s no surprise she snapped.”


    “You don’t go around killing people just because life doesn’t go your way!”


    Most of thements were harshly criticizing Jada.


    Mara felt a knot of anxiety twist in her stomach, though she couldn’t help but me her daughter. Jada had been so reckless!


    Mara understood her frustration, but as long as she remained Esteban’s wife, things could have worked out in her favor.


    Now, everything had changed. The public, once sympathetic toward her, had turned against her, believing she deserved what was happening.


    Upon learning that Esteban was in the same hospital, Mara quickly asked for his room number.


    She reached the door of the VIP room and noticed that Esteban was already awake.


    Pushing the door open, Mara stepped inside.


    Her arrival briefly caught everyone’s attention, but they quickly averted their gaze with cold indifference. Only Jada, kneeling in despair, lifted her head with hopeful eyes.


    “Mom!” Jada cried out.


    Jada was a mess, dirt and blood smeared across her disheveled appearance.


    Mara felt a sharp pang of sympathy and rushed to help Jada to her feet. But before she could, Madisyn swiftly kicked her away. Clutching her waist in pain, Mara gasped, “How dare you! Where are your manners? I’m much older than you, and I’m Susan’s mother!”


    The audacity of Madisyn’s actions left Mara seething.


    But Madisyn, calm and cold, simply replied, “Do you deserve the title?”


    Those few cutting words made Mara burn with fury and humiliation.


    She shot a furious re at Madisyn but knew better than to argue now. Swallowing her pride, Mara turned and knelt before Esteban, tears streaming down her face. “Esteban, Jada acted out of impulse! Are you alright?” Her voice trembled with worry.


    Esteban, still pale, sat quietly while Susan fed him soup.


    He didn’t even spare Mara a nce.


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