This made her feel like everything she had done over so many years was just a huge joke.
She was like a clown, bouncing around for years, showing filial respect to her parents-in-law, supporting her husband, raising her children, managing housework, doing everything she should, thinking she and her husband were a perfect match, only to realize it was all fake.
If this deception could continue fooling her until her death, that would be fine.
Yet, after so many years, she came to know the truth.
Recalling that year, those past days felt like a knife cutting into her every day.
Matilda Jenkins observed Mrs. Morrison's expression carefully; her lips were pressed tightly, as if she was clenching her teeth, her eyes red; she was desperately holding something back.
Matilda glanced at Mrs. Morrison's hand, which was trembling slightly.
She hesitated for a moment and tentatively reached out to support Mrs. Morrison's arm: "Mum, let's... sit over there for a while."
