Thinking of Zaizai still waiting for her call, who might still be crying alone at this moment, her heart felt as if it was being wrung out. She clenched her fists tightly and tried to make her voice sound calm:
"Even if I've worked this month for nothing, I have to go back today."
Even a huge debt is less important than her little flesh and blood.
As she spoke, she took off her maid's apron, clenched it tightly in her hand, turned around, and walked towards the outside.
From the moment the first word burst from her clenched teeth, he had sensed the salty dampness in the air.
This little woman, was she crying?
— Crying was one thing, but she dared to actually run away like this!
What kind of maid was this?
Which household's maid would do such a thing?
The son cries a few times at home, and she just leaves her master to rush back!?
