Through the glass window, Sandra peeped at the suffering in her mother's gloomy eyes; that old lady sat on the bedside, being trapped in her reverie; she might be regretting the agony she never expected would storm into her life for the arranged marriage she initiated.
Her initial intention was to dictate her grandson's life for getting him to marry a foolish innocent village woman who would do nothing but to support him to take over the business and the Bai company; with this agenda she created, none could stop her, even the daughter of Mr. Bai, rumored still alive. However, what happened next was beyond her control; that girl she believed would be helpful for her turned out to be her enemy. One of her biggest regrets was not to dig up the whole information about that plebeian girl.
Outside, still in her position, Sandra's teary eyes found the wrinkled face of the old woman directing her sorrowful gaze at her; in a soft unheard voice, she made a call.
