"What are your plans for the future?" Although Lin Yuan bore no resentment towards Lady Yang anymore, she still couldn't bring herself to call her "Grandma." She simply skirted around the address and got straight to the point, "You're not still fantasizing that Boss and the third son will take care of you in your old age, are you? Not to sound harsh, but I'd bet that after the funeral in a couple of days, they'll be looking to divide the family property with you. And they'll surely take every single thing you have now. As for leaving you anything, what do you think?"
Was there any need to say it? Lady Yang knew her own sons better than anyone else; with a bitter smile and a helpless shake of her head, she said, "Me? Even when the old man was alive, I didn't get a share. Now that the old man's gone, will they care about an old widow like me? If they don't kick me out, it would only be because they still have a shred of conscience."
