Mr. Lu stared at her blankly, his eyes reddening involuntarily.
He should have known all along; his foster mother never loved him, not even a little bit. He had always thought he, as a grown man, had stopped caring long ago, but now, hearing these words, his heart still ached.
But perhaps it was for the best that their ties were severed. From now on, they had no relationship, and she would no longer stick around the house, nor would his wife constantly lash out at him anymore.
"Alright, go and have your last meal," Old Madam Lu said with disgust, glancing at him before quickly averting her gaze, as if afraid he would taint her eyes, "This place is full of bad luck; I need to take Huzi and get out of here quickly, lest we get tainted by it too."
Seeing her so mean-spirited and sarcastic, the official involuntarily frowned, unable to watch any longer, and quickly spoke up to remind her, "Old Madam, your son has been acquitted, not sentenced to death."
