As Old Lady Lin cried out, she shot a threatening gaze at Lin Lao'er, the second of her three sons. She knew his heart was the softest among them. If she wept and expressed her despair, Lin Lao'er would surely give in.
Upon witnessing this, Lin Laoyao and his wife also pleaded with Lin Lao'er through their tears. "Brother, we were wrong, our son Lin Jie was even more wrong. Please tell us how we can earn your forgiveness. As long as Lin Jie doesn't have to go to jail, we will do anything..."
Initially, Father Lin had been worried for Lin Jie, for Lin Laoyao's family, and for his own mother's distress. But now, confronted with his mother and brothers' pleas, he felt no stirrings of sympathy.
He finally understood. To his so-called family, he was not a relative, but merely a tool—a tool to be used when needed and discarded when not. It had always been this way.
