It seemed as though all the emotions she'd been holding back for years were exploding at this moment.
Zhou Jin'an's fingers unconsciously clenched into a fist.
"You're not allowed to go home today. If you insist on leaving, you don't consider me your son," he said.
He dropped a remark and turned to leave.
Some things, once lost, are hard to regain.
As he turned, a glint of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
Indeed, during the time Mrs. Zhou had been comatose, he had indulged in the fantasy countless times that she would wake up as a kind and gentle mother.
But reality always liked to throw a cold bucket of water on one's face.
She hadn't changed, still so harsh and sarcastic, still so self-centered and selfish.
In her world, there was only room for herself and the grievances she clung to.
As Mrs. Zhou watched Zhou Jin'an walk out, she froze.
