Mo Ai bit her lower lip. Of course she was worried about her fate. she would be dead not to be worried. Her biggest worry was that she would be living on the street by the time all her problems were handled. When she thought about it, she wondered if prison was a better fate for her.
"Meilin," Grandpa Mo intervened, "What do you want?"
"From you, nothing." She answered, "There is absolutely nothing that any of you Mo's can give to me to make me forget what you did to me over the years. The grudge between us is bigger than a mountain."
Mei Mei looked at the old man that was wearing a custom made suit--holding a luxury wooden cane with a green jade inlaid on the side. He loved to dress and act like the chairman of some large enterprise. There was a time when she had to fund his lavish lifestyle.
