After seeing all this, middle-aged Tao Ying went even crazier.

"Why? Why? Everyone else is fine, so why is Baojun, who saved me, in such a terrible state? Who did my grandson harm?" The middle-aged Tao Ying wanted to devour these people.

What mother could bear to see her child treated like this?

“Foolish child, your children are not filial. Tao Ying’s arrival has changed the fate of your other children. Every sip and every bite has its cause and effect.” Master Hui’en continued chanting the Buddhist scriptures.

"Whether my children are filial or not is my business, and whether I have no one to take care of me when I'm old is my business. You have no right to mistreat my children." Middle-aged Tao Ying was completely devastated.

After reading about Tao Ying's life experiences in her later years, it's impossible not to feel sad. However, without experiencing it firsthand, the middle-aged Tao Ying didn't have that kind of heart-wrenching empathy.

Another thing I can't understand is why the children are all so filial, but they become unfilial after Dazhu passed away.

Maybe I'm just too soft-hearted and got fooled by my child. But since I know my child can fool me, I might as well not give up my job. Anyway, I'm about to retire, so I can just give them all the compensation money and keep more for myself. If no one else will take care of my medical expenses, I can do it myself.

But the child hasn't even done anything yet, and they're treating the child like this. How could middle-aged Tao Ying not feel heartbroken?

That was my most beloved child, the child I had always cherished and pampered.

As for Tao Ying, the middle-aged Tao Ying felt hatred but not resentment, just like a stepmother.

You can't expect her to treat other people's children like her own.

Especially since Baojun treated her badly.

But when it comes to the elderly Tao Ying, they wish she could be annihilated. Even if she wasn't treated well in her old age, that's not a reason for her to hate her children.

No mother hates her child.

Even if she wanted to come back, the middle-aged Tao Ying wouldn't hate her this much.

That old hag, she knew perfectly well that her beloved eldest son was being abused, but she felt no pity at all; all she cared about was the good life in that other world.

Tao Ying was born into a wealthy and capable family, but suddenly became a mother of five and a widow...

Tao Ying, now middle-aged, was on the verge of a breakdown. She hated everyone, yet didn't know who to hate.

It seems like the person I should hate the most is myself, hate myself for being useless, for having my healthy body taken away by someone else, and for not being able to protect my child.

To let your child be bullied leaves you only with helpless rage here.

The old monk's head ached from chanting the sutras. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt the chanting stop.

The old monk's voice seemed weaker.

"Old monk, you'll pay a price for helping them, won't you?" Tao Ying, a middle-aged woman, asked, her voice still tinged with anger.

"Amitabha Buddha, every sip and every bite is a blessing..."

"Shut up. Since it's all cause and effect, why not let them switch places? Why steal my body? You people are using other people's lives to repay your karma. What right do you have?" the middle-aged Tao Ying muttered.

“Old Tao Ying’s lifespan has come to an end. If you are willing, you can be reincarnated into a wealthy family in your next life,” Master Hui’en advised.

"I don't want it. You've wronged me. You haven't even figured out what the next life is. I'll just stay here and wait until you die," the middle-aged Tao Ying said resentfully.

Seeing her eldest son sent to a mental hospital, what else could she possibly let go of?

If you lose all your memories in your next life, will you still be yourself?