"If your son didn't have you, if you hadn't kept him by your side, he would have received help from kind-hearted people, could have gone to school, learned to read and write, gotten a job, and wouldn't have lived every day under others' discrimination. You personally destroyed his fate."
"Ah, your fate looks like a joke, suited for ending in loneliness, truly laughable, truly sad!"
Tiana Thorne was talking about a widow's life. To a widow, it's not shameful, but it's ugly, and upon hearing how miserable her fate was, she trembled with anger, unwilling to admit it, could only squeeze out a few words: "You're talking nonsense, you're saying it deliberately, how could their fate be related to me, I don't owe them, you... you... But you... you'll end up harmed by the people around you sooner or later..."
The widow's eyes were bloodshot, gritting her teeth, afraid to face it.
After saying these words, her throat seized, and she expired.
