A gash appeared on Mrs. Chen's forehead, and the blood paused for a moment on her thick brows before dripping down.
Mrs. Chen didn't wipe it away, she just looked at Mrs. Zhou and pleaded, "Mother, can we count this silver as borrowed? I'll write you an IOU, I promise I'll pay you back in the future."
Mrs. Zhou sprang to her feet, "No, I've said there's no silver!"
She was so angry at being pressured by Mrs. Chen, her chest was heaving. She waved her hand, "Divide, divide, this family should be split up quickly for peace, save your old mother from having to keep taking this anger."
Mrs. Chen tilted her head, "Fine, then we'll split the family, Da Lang is still waiting for silver for medicine!"
Mr. Jiang finally shouted angrily, "Nonsense!"
"This family absolutely cannot be divided!"
Mrs. Chen knelt on the ground, "Then father, give me the silver."
