As Wu Wanqing spoke, tears streamed down her face, her voice thick with accusation:
"Father, do you have any idea? All those years, Mother and I couldn't even afford a full meal. In the winter, we didn't have a single warm piece of clothing. To raise me, she worked day and night until she finally collapsed from exhaustion. Before she died, she held my hand and told me I had to find you, to have you take good care of me. But now, you treat me like this... all for a country girl? How can you face my mother? How can you face me?"
Hearing Wu Wanqing bring up the past, Wu Daniu's expression instantly grew complicated.
He fell silent for a moment, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. His voice was laced with exhaustion:
"Wanqing, I know I wronged you and your mother back then. All these years, I've been trying my best to make it up to you. But you can't use your past suffering as an excuse to let Mumu run wild!"
