In her heart, it was as if a poisonous snake slowly entwined itself, bringing a dark and cold atmosphere.
An equal match.
These four words knocked her from heaven to hell.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say, she sat there stiffly, looking at the woman who had once cherished her, and lost the ability to organize speech.
Evelyn Miller looked away, her already wrinkled face full of sorrow. She couldn't bear it, but these words had to be spoken by her.
If anything, she could only blame the world for changing too fast. In the blink of an eye, everything turned upside down, and she was caught off guard, powerless, and at the age of fifty had to support the entire family by herself. She also could hardly bear it any longer, needing the younger generation to share the burden with her.
She needed a family equal to the Miller Family to help support it. This had nothing to do with personal feelings; she simply had no other choice.
