"Thank you. I hope that one day, I can truly do something for you." Madam Aisha secretly made up her mind. Anyway, in her current situation—parents deceased early, no assets left, husband also abandoned her—she could say she had nothing, her heart long dead. Living or dying made no difference to others; she was merely a speck of dust, insignificant to anyone.
She herself wouldn't feel happy about it, just waiting for decades, or maybe a decade, or perhaps any day, to die due to some incident. That might be the conclusion of her utterly worthless life, and she hoped to at least leave a trace of value.
It was rare for Yiyi to hear Madam Aisha speak in such a profound and peculiar way, assuming that she was merely depressed from too many upheavals.
In her heart, she thought that once she'd achieved her goal, she'd definitely find a reliable man for her adoptive mother, someone who could care for her for life. Only then could she leave with peace of mind.
