Mrs. Zhou stood there, her mind buzzing.
What did Zhou Jin'an mean by that?
Was he blaming her for meddling too much?
Mrs. Zhou felt a deep pain and was unwilling to accept it.
"I am your mother!"
She cried out, her voice breaking as tears she'd held back for years finally flowed.
She had been driven out of the Zhou family, separated from her husband and child, enduring years of hardship alone. Didn't she deserve compensation from the Zhou family, and shouldn't Zhou Jin'an make amends on their behalf?
Yet, Zhou Jin'an's figure didn't stop for a moment.
He walked away with determination.
That determination reminded Mrs. Zhou of the night she was abandoned.
When Zhou Zhendong had sent her away, his figure was just as resolute.
The resemblance was striking, and her heart sank with grief.
"Zhou Jin'an, to marry Qiao En—unless—"
Unless I die!
Otherwise, I'll make her life a living hell.
After leaving the Zhou family's compound, Zhou Jin'an felt very agitated.
