As Hua spoke, her tone was filled with a pleading flavor, and those teardrops continued to circle in her eyes.
Feeling all this, Wang Chen's heart was slightly moved.
Some people cursed Hua for being promiscuous, even cheap.
Because she was young and able-bodied, yet she didn't try to earn money on her own and was willing to be a despised mistress.
Others cursed her for being scheming and calculating.
Because she often relied on her little smarts to harm others.
All of these things were contemptible, angering people.
But aside from these, she was still a woman who couldn't hold her own, and she was still her son's mother.
She was licentious, cheap, and scheming, primarily not for herself, but for her son.
Regarding her own persona, she was not worthy of pity, as there is a hateful side to every pitiful person.
But solely for this mother's love, she deserved sympathy.
And now, aside from feeling sympathy for her, Wang Chen also felt a bit of secret joy.
