Zhao Datu was consoling his mother on the side, "It's too early to say that now. What if the village chief falls ill again next time? It's better to send him off early than late."
"Next time, they say that a serious illness that doesn't kill you is a sign of future blessings. What if he lives to be a hundred without dying? Then my dad would never get a chance, would he? Oh, it makes my chest hurt just thinking about it. It's all that second son's wife's fault, adopting an ingrate," Auntie Zhao said fiercely, glaring at the second son's wife.
Feeling the glare, the second son's wife immediately became guilty, "But, but I didn't know things would turn out this way. Xiaobei didn't consult with me before going for the treatment, and besides, none of us knew exactly when he went to get treated."
"If you hadn't taken him in, and had kicked him out when he first arrived, none of this would have happened."
