Hao Fang saw the old lady finally sitting there quietly, no longer making a fuss. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she thought to herself, "You must have thought you were still at home, living a life of luxury as the elderly matriarch. Now that you're paralyzed, like this, you're just waiting to die. Being fed is a great kindness from us."
Hao Fang would never remember the old lady's kindness, only how the old lady had tormented her in the past.
Li Chunhua had stopped making a fuss and tears streamed down her face. At that moment, she regretted everything. If she had known that Bai Jianguo and Hao Fang were such ungrateful wretches, why had she focused all her attention on the second son and his family? If only she had been nicer to Bai Song, Bai Ju, and Bai Yue, at least by now, she could have grandchildren to take care of her in her old age.
She had burned her bridges.
