"Was that necessary, Madam?"
After Silas left, Butler Fu came from the exit door. He heard Silas and Grandma Zhu's brief conversation and chose to come out when the former left. Standing a few steps from where she was sitting, he couldn't help but raise the question.
"I guess he still blames me for what happened." Grandma Zhu let out a deep exhale, staring at the door where Silas left. "I thought once he grew up, he would understand why I did what I did in the past. But surely, I was wrong."
"You did what you thought was right at that time."
"And I regret it." She slowly closed her eyes, turning her head to the coffee table. "Butler Fu, the longer I live, the more I realize I made a lot of bad decisions than good ones. Since the incident, I keep thinking what would happen if I killed my son back then?"
