However, Xie Xinghua's eyes brimmed with tears, her heart swelling with sorrow like a flood.
Was she not aware of her own plight? Did she not wish to escape from this oppression and humiliation?
But with her elder brother needing constant care and his illness worsening by the day, what choice did she have but to endure the indignity?
Although Ziling was handicapped, he was still able to do some physical labor and alleviate some pressure from the family. However, the condition of her elder brother was deeply troubling.
Facing such hardships, Xie Xinghua could only helplessly shake her head as tears silently fell.
Lady Zhao was harsh and scarcely kind; her cold indifference and harsh criticisms were not something Xie Xinghua could endure alone for even a moment's peace.
No matter how much one reasoned, if it did not touch the heart, it was merely empty talk in the end.
