"Is Sister doing well?"
"Do you remember to ask now?"
"I..."
"She's been good to you and our family all these years. Whenever you asked for something, she'd get it for you."
"But didn't Father give her a hundred thousand taels of silver every year?"
"That's because she cured your brother's illness. Should we consider money given to someone who saved a family member as yours too?"
Wang Jiaru was left speechless. Madam Wang let out a sigh.
"Father, Mother, let's not talk about this. Madam Qiao is not a petty person."
Old Master Wang clenched his teeth but didn't say anything further. He no longer paid any attention to Wang Jiaru.
In the evening, the family gathered for dinner, and most of the dishes on the table were provided by Qiao Mai. Wang Jiaru attempted to serve herself but was stopped by Old Master Wang.
