The tall courtyard walls of the Lin Family's newly built blue-brick tile house stood imposingly, with the gates specifically widened, clearly more grandiose compared to the old house next to it.
Yet at this moment, the low sobbing of Mrs. Jiang could be heard from the yard.
"I said at the beginning, send her away. You did send her, but then you brought her back. Now, this child has been with us for several months, I've raised her as my own. How can I not feel heartbroken if she leaves now?"
Lin Sanshui squatted nearby, holding his head, "Now everything's being turned into my fault, but she left on her own originally. Wasn't it you who felt soft-hearted and went out to bring her back?"
Already distressed, Mrs. Jiang now cried even harder, "And you dare blame me! Wasn't it you who brought her back? I pitied her having nowhere to go and kept her here, loving her like a daughter. Who would've thought it would come to this today!"
