A sharp and domineering voice spoke, "When Dad died, the factory distributed compassionate money, and you old family took the most. Now that my wife is sick, are you planning to not give a penny?"

The person who spoke was the daughter-in-law of Wu Xiuying's second son.

At this moment, another voice sounded, "Second brother's wife, is it that serious? You just took such a small amount of money at the beginning! Have you been jealous of us for so long? All those relatives in the family have looked up to you over the years because they relied on our family! Your family has benefited so much, and now you are talking about money..." This was the wife of Wu Xiuying's eldest son, and she spoke in an extremely dissatisfied tone.

"Oh my, we did get a lot. Everyone said we were your poor relatives, but we got a lot! It's the old family's, I don't care, you have to pay it all!"

"Why?! Isn't Mom partial to your second family? Didn't Mom pay off your man's gambling debts? It's like our family is taking advantage of everything."

“…”

Wu Xiuying listened to the quarrel outside, her wrinkled face full of vicissitudes of life, her heart empty, with only a chill left.

She never expected that Wu Xiuying, who had been so strong all her life, would end up with such a result.

For decades, she, an uneducated widow, raised her three sons and paid for their education. However, in the end, she became old and sick, and became worthless, and no one was willing to treat her illness.

The eldest daughter, during the most difficult times for the family, worked overtime at the cotton mill alone, giving two-thirds of her pension to the eldest son to study. She damaged her eyesight to scrape together enough for his full year's tuition and living expenses. Later, when he wanted to start a business, she used almost all her savings to support him...

The second son's family became addicted to gambling during the two years when their lives were better. Seeing that his son's hand was about to be chopped off, he had to use the money he had saved for surgery to pay off his debts. In fact, at that time, the treatment might not have delayed to the current stomach cancer.

She also spent money and effort to help the third family raise their children, and she thought she had given everything.

Only...

"Mom..." the youngest daughter Li Yuzhen spoke with a choked voice.

Wu Xiuying's cloudy eyes struggled to find the voice and looked at her. Li Yuzhen was holding a little liquid food in her hand. She was already middle-aged and was obviously the youngest in the family, but she looked older than her eldest daughter-in-law.

"We won't listen," Li Yuzhen slowly wiped away Wu Xiuying's tears, which she hadn't even noticed. "Don't worry, Cheng An and I have discussed this. We'll save you even if it means selling everything we have. Eat well. The doctor said there's a chance of recovery. We'll definitely get better."

Wu Xiuying felt the warmth in her daughter's hand, and her eyes became even moister.

She is already in the advanced stage of the disease and can barely speak a few words.

It is said that there is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient.

But in the past two years, her youngest daughter and her family have taken care of her regardless of the weather.

In order to support her three sons, Wu Xiuying was a woman who did not accept new ideas at that time. She always felt that her daughters were useless, so she did not pay much attention to her daughters. However, she really took care of the other three children and their families with all her heart.

Later, instigated by his sons, he coaxed Li Yuzhen to marry a 30-year-old man who had no proper job or unit, and took a betrothal gift to give to his sons to marry wives.

Unexpectedly, the alcoholic and domestically violent man caused his youngest daughter to miscarry two children, and they were unable to divorce because of the betrothal gift.

Fortunately, my daughter paid back the betrothal gift many times over, divorced smoothly, and married her current husband. Now her life is a little better.

Wu Xiuying has never been to school and she only knows that she is sorry for her girl. If it weren't for her, Li Yuzhen would have been with Cheng An earlier and they wouldn't have to live to this age without even having a child.

Regret...

Wu Xiuying's hands trembled as she slowly held Li Yuzhen's hand. The old lady with a haggard face trembled with dry lips, "Mom... Mom, I'm... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Live well with Cheng An. He is a good, good person."

Li Yuzhen was suddenly stunned. She didn't expect that her mother, who had been stubborn all her life, would apologize to her.

People will eventually be trapped for their entire lives by things that they could not obtain when they were young. She once hated her mother, but there were also moments when her mother was truly kind to her, and she also loved her mother. After all, it was her mother who gave birth to her and raised her.

Wu Xiuying clenched her hands, and the breath that had been condensed in her chest finally dissipated completely after she took a last deep look at Li Yuzhen.

The hand fell down.

Li Yuzhen reacted and panicked, "Mom?"

Until she felt that he had stopped breathing and even the electrocardiogram began to beep, Li Yuzhen slammed the bowl in her hand to the ground and couldn't help crying out in pain, "Mom!!!"

…

"Mom, I beg you not to marry me to Yang Jianxing!" The hoarse voice seemed to have no strength left, and only the pair of eyes, swollen like walnuts from crying, were pulling at her trouser legs tightly.

Wu Xiuying fell into a trance.

Looking at her younger daughter who looked twenty years younger, she felt like she was dreaming, yet everything before her eyes seemed so real.

She pinched the flesh on her leg, and felt a pain, and she took a breath.

"The betrothal gift has been accepted, so there is no reason to regret it. Fourth sister, you can't be so selfish. Second brother and I, your third brother, both want to get married. Do you want us to remain single?" A matter-of-fact voice said impatiently, and was about to step forward to pull Li Yuzhen.

Li Yuzhen desperately hugged Wu Xiuying's thighs and shook her head desperately, her voice almost humble. "I will find a way to get the betrothal money for my second and third brothers. Please! Mom, I beg you..."

The second son, Li Zicheng, frowned. He didn't know how long it would take for her to make money! He didn't have that much patience.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" He grabbed the man roughly and said in a gruff voice, "Everyone is waiting for you outside. Let them see you. Don't let your in-laws laugh at our family!"

Li Yuzhen was about to be dragged away.

Wu Xiuying felt like something was about to burst out of her chest.

She was sure that she was not dreaming, but was reborn.

If she had the chance to do it all over again, she would never give up everything for these ungrateful sons.

She wants to protect her good daughter!

She stood up suddenly, her face livid, "Stop!"

Li Zicheng was stunned and turned to look at his mother, wondering, "Mom?"

Wu Xiuying took a deep breath and said, "Chengzi, let your sister go first."

When Li Zicheng heard that he was going to let Li Yuzhen go, he immediately became anxious, "Mom, everyone is outside!"

Wu Xiuying turned a deaf ear and watched her daughter being dragged on the ground. Her clothes were disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she fell to the ground timidly. She was obviously much thinner than an ordinary person because she had not eaten enough for years.

Her heart ached and she stepped forward to grab her daughter's hand.

"Good girl, we won't get married!"