"Mother."
Zhu Anshun hurried back as quickly as he could, and as soon as he entered the door, he was informed that Mrs. Zhu was ill.
Upon entering the room, he saw Mrs. Zhu lying sick in bed, obviously emaciated, just skin and bones, which filled his heart with both pain and hatred.
He felt pained at the suffering Mrs. Zhu was enduring, furious at the unfeeling Family Head Zhu, and even more resentful toward Mrs. Feng and Anning for their relentless pressure.
Mrs. Zhu reached out her hand to Zhu Anshun.
Zhu Anshun fell to his knees with a thud, holding Mrs. Zhu's hand with both of his: "Mother, your son has returned too late."
Mrs. Zhu's tears fell instantly.
Zhu Anshun's eyes were red too, and after a long time, he stood up: "Mother, your son will bring you justice."
"No, don't."
Mrs. Zhu clung to Zhu Anshun, not letting go: "Don't go, don't go."
Zhu Anshun couldn't refuse Mrs. Zhu, so he sat beside her, gently comforting her.
