"Walter Warren took it and spent it," Charlotte Dalton sobbed. "He's a complete scoundrel! If it weren't for our two children, I would've left him long ago."
In the past, Cecilia would have surely urged her to leave Walter Warren. But the old woman's words wrapped around her thoughts like a vise, and she found herself feeling wary of Charlotte.
Besides, everyone has their own destiny.
Helping someone meant taking on their fate, which in turn would drain your own good fortune.
It was a thankless task.
This time, she chose to keep her mouth shut.
When Cecilia remained silent, Charlotte knew she wouldn't be getting the money. She gently wiped away a tear and said, "Sorry for making a fool of myself. I have a pile of chores waiting at home, so I can't stay and chat today."
Cecilia invited her to stay for a meal.
"I can't."
The old woman said, "Cecilia, I steamed some coarse rice in the kitchen. Pack some for Charlotte to eat on her way home."
