"Zheng Ma…" Jennifer could tell that Zheng Ma was just putting on a brave face; she could understand how much sorrow was in her heart. How could anyone truly bear the loss of their only son? It was just like her own mother; after leaving home last night, she called her, and this morning, she found herself missing her mother again.
Zheng Ma shook her head with difficulty, "Madam, you really don't need to comfort me. At my age, I've seen it all. My son's shortcomings are due to my failure in raising him; I can't blame anyone else. It's all in the past; let's just pretend I never had this son. Madam, don't stop; hurry and eat something, then rest well. Everyone is worried about you, so you must take good care of yourself."
