The courtyard was somewhat quiet.
Du Ya still held a machete in her hand. The gate was already locked, and she stood behind the gate, somewhat reluctant to look in Ah Chen's direction.
She felt guilty for not being able to provide Xiao Chen with a complete family.
However, she couldn't keep living with someone like Zhao Peijun, who was cowardly and selfish.
The darkest days of her life were during her confinement after childbirth, with every day being unbearably torturous. If not for her daughter, she might have given up long ago.
Luckily, she persevered, otherwise she couldn't imagine how her daughter would face the Zhao Family.
"Mom, isn't it tiring to stand?" Ah Chen took the machete from Du Ya's hand, easily handling it and placing it aside.
Du Ya finally snapped back to reality and spoke with difficulty, "That was Zhao Peijun, your biological father by blood. We divorced a month after you were born because..."
