Their two sons had been attending the school in town for several years, and Lin Jiazhong was also in town. If proximity was the issue, wasn't he, as their father, closer than her out in the countryside? If even he didn't care, how could she manage?
She wanted so much to say these words and vent, but for the sake of her son, she held back, only tenderly coaxing her son, "How are you? Does your leg hurt? Can you still walk?"
Lin Yongcheng rubbed the surely bruised back of his thigh, pushed Lady Ma's hand away, and sneered, "Don't touch me! Couldn't you have taken all the blame onto yourself just now? Now look what's happened, I can't go to school anymore, are you happy now? Hmph!"
Lady Ma was taken aback; she had clearly just taken the blame, yet Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng, those two, were just too sharp-eyed, and it hadn't worked.
My son, why is he blaming me now?
