AiLin wasn't impressed.
Watching Grandmother LinLin scold Mrs. Jiang with such sharpness was surprising, yes—but not impressive. After all, the old woman had never been fond of her daughter-in-law. Perhaps deep down, even she had sensed Mrs. Jiang's true colors: the greed, the ambition, the hollowness behind the smiles.
But because Mr. Jiang, her beloved firstborn, had begged for her acceptance, Grandmother LinLin had allowed Mrs. Jiang to stay, albeit begrudgingly. She could allow her presence but still there would be constant sneers and biting comments whenever she could get away with them, thus it wasn't odd for her to admonish Mrs Jiang today.
Of course, whenever that happened, who paid the price once they were home?
AiLin.
Always AiLin.
Still, something about today felt… off.
Was it because Mr. Jiang now lay in a hospital bed, little more than a breathing body? Had that softened Grandmother LinLin, or hardened her?
Either way, her tongue had grown sharper than ever.
