Old Madam Wen never imagined, not even in her dreams, that Wen Yizhong harbored so much dissatisfaction towards her.
Could it be that after Old Master Wen's death, the peaceful and harmonious life in Wen Manor for over a decade was merely a façade?
Old Madam Wen couldn't believe it.
"Yizhong?"
Slowly rising, Old Madam Wen's eyes were full of pain, "Yizhong, Mom thought you understood my feelings, but didn't expect you to harbor so much resentment in your heart."
Unable to hold back her tears again, Old Madam Wen sorrowfully sighed, "What kind of sins have I brought upon myself..."
"Mom, don't think too much. Second Brother just temporarily couldn't see things clearly. I'll speak to him properly."
Seeing Old Madam Wen so distressed, Wen Yiming hurried over to support her.
After wiping her tears, Old Madam Wen said in a deep voice, "Back then, if I hadn't forced him with my life, your father would have handed Wen's over to Wen Yizhi willingly."
