"H…How d…did you get this, Mom?"
Mo Roulan stared at the paper in front of her blankly. She seemed to have lost her voice because of the shock she was feeling.
Lin Qianru, in response, didn't say anything.
The middle-aged woman left the paper and it fell on the table from her hand and she leaned her back on the chair as if she was very exhausted.
Looking at her daughter with glassy eyes, she whispered
"You really were never thinking of telling me such a big thing?"
And Mo Roulan's head lowered in response.
However, her response only fueled the anger Lin Qianru was feeling inside her chest since last night…since the moment she had got to know everything.
Anger that her daughter became so mature …and so early.
Anger that she had been an irresponsible mother…so irresponsible to make her children not feel secure enough to share their problems with her.
