"I hoped the Mo family could get better. I did that for their own good…
"Was I wrong? I was thinking for them, but why did everyone blame me and say that I was wrong?" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Tell me, was I really wrong?
"I have nothing now. My husband, my two sons…"
"Madam." The housemaid couldn't bear to see Madam Mo cry every day. She squatted by her feet and comforted her gently. "You did that for the good of the two young masters, but you might have used the wrong method."
"I used the wrong method?" Madam Mo blinked. She was already 50% drunk. "How did I use the wrong method?"
The housemaid thought for a while before replying seriously, "I've heard a saying in the past. A person likes bananas, but you bought him a lot of apples. You even picked the biggest and most expensive ones for him. But he likes bananas. No matter how many good apples you buy for him, he won't like them.
