Revenge of the Housewife - Chapter 33
I saw Zhang Zhaodi again in a news report.
Her complexion was pale and haggard, her cheeks sunken, eyes dull and lifeless, as she shuffled weakly in line to receive food from the relief station.
Back then, I was prepared to cover her post-delivery expenses, after all, the child was innocent.
However, the maternity center informed me that she had suffered a difficult labor due to severe emotional fluctuations during pregnancy.
A pair of baby boys tragically passed away shortly after birth.
I sighed with a sense of guilt, acknowledging that while fate is unpredictable, human factors also play a role.
Duan Tao, no, Lin Tao held me in her arms and gently said:
“Mom, today is your birthday, no sadness allowed. Let’s open the birthday gift Grandma sent you.”
Compared to the gift, I looked forward more to the birthday message my mother wrote for me each year.
Lin Tao carefully unwrapped the gift, while I fished out the letter my mother had written to me from the box.
“Today is your 49th birthday, Mom wishes you a happy birthday!
Congratulations on freeing yourself from the shackles of love and gaining broader freedom.
Mom believes you won’t get lost in meaningless emotional whirlpools.
Remember what Mom once told you: the wrathful gaze of a Vajra, the gentle eyes of a Bodhisattva, all are expressions of compassion.”
(The End)
