"It's fake?" Mother He's mouth fell open in disbelief, as she hadn't been informed about this. She had worried and felt heartache for nothing. She shot an accusing look at He's father, who quickly pleaded for mercy.
"Right, Auntie, when you go to the shop tomorrow, bring a bit of money, just enough for train tickets for four people will do," Bai Yixian prompted, seeing that no one else seemed inclined to speak up.
Mother He frowned slightly as she grasped the key point and nodded, "Okay."
"I've made you suffer, wife," He's father whispered, having lost all hope in his mother, who had brought him into this world, and his brother, three years his senior. No wonder the sisters who had married off years ago never wished to pay a visit back home, let alone bring dowries—it's likely they hadn't even repaid their own bride prices yet.
