Lin Jiaxin pressed his lips tightly together. His mother had always been proud, never saying sorry to anyone her entire life, yet today, he actually heard her apologize.
"Mother, don't talk like that. It's, it's me who has let you down. The old village chief advised me to come and see you, but, but I thought that elder brother and the others would definitely take good care of you, and I, I did not come. Mother, if I, if I had come earlier, you and father wouldn't have..." Lin Jiaxin couldn't go on. What use was there in saying these things now? The dead cannot be brought back to life; everything was too late.
Hearing her son's painful self-blame, Lady Yang's tears fell like rain. She turned around and gripped her son's hand tightly, saying repeatedly, "Son, it's not your fault, it's mother, mother who was blind and heartless, insisting on driving you away and deliberately making things difficult for your wife and daughter. Mother has let you down, I've wronged you all!"
