Half an hour later, Qiao En's mother woke up.
Qiao En had been by her side the whole time.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you."
Qiao En apologized.
She had gotten in too deep, and getting out unscathed was not so easy.
She didn't want her family to suffer, but the opponent was ruthless and she couldn't guard against him.
Qiao En's mother, with red eyes, stared fixedly at her.
Suddenly, she raised a hand and slapped Qiao En across the face.
She had never hit her before in her whole life.
Qiao En didn't dodge, nor did she cry out in pain.
"Enya, you've really disappointed me."
Qiao En's mother trembled as she scolded.
Qiao En kept her eyes lowered and didn't utter a word.
She had always shared only the good news, never the troubles.
When she signed a life contract with Mrs. Zhou three years ago, she only told her mother that she had found a good employer.
Qiao En's father survived death, but his mother knew nothing, and Qiao En never spoke about it.
