Wufu returned to the main house, expecting to see Madam Zhou crying and weeping, but surprisingly, she was just sitting quietly on the bed, not making a sound, her face sorrowful, like a doll that had lost its soul.
"Miss," Hongyu heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her arrive, "Ever since Madam entered the room, she hasn't spoken a word. I was really afraid she might do something foolish."
Wufu asked her to leave and sat down next to Madam Zhou, holding her hand, "Mother?"
Madam Zhou looked up at her, her hand trembling as she touched her face, and said, "Wufu, you actually resemble your father. Tell me, if he were here, wouldn't our mother and daughter never be bullied like this?"
Thinking of what had happened in the past few days, Madam Zhou blamed it all on being a widow and orphan without a man to rely on, which had led to them being bullied by others.
