Chapter 1572

Even though Maurice still hated his mother for how cruel she was, he saw how worn out she looked, and it wrenched him.

If she suffered such a difficult life, why did she not come looking for him?

Charmine could tell what Maurice was thinking, so she wheeled the woman closer to the bed.

"You were wrong about Auntie, Mo,” said Charmine.

Maurice looked at her and then at his mother again.

Mistaken?

The woman in the wheelchair met his eyes and explained gently, "Mo, I didn't leave you behind back then. I loved you."

bitterly. "Love? Does that include locking me inside a dark room from day to night? Does that include leaving

voice grew unsteady

to sob." I'm sorry,

were poor, and your father had gambling problems. Whenever he ran out of money, he’d beat me up. I had to look for a job to support the family. You were young back then, and the factory didn't allow me to bring my child to work. I was worried about you running around, but I couldn't afford a helper. Out of desperation, I had to lock

off the tears in my eyes, and it just crushed me. Every evening after work, I rushed

woman's tears streamed down her face

emotional. Thinking back, what she

work, he would see injuries on her skin. He did not understand back then. Furthermore, when he was even younger, before his father had the gambling problem, the three of them lived in a small, run-down house, and she still treated

she would shield him from harm with her own

I didn’t have a choice, so I had to leave you behind

to make money, I worked in the black coal industry. There was an accident, however, and my legs were cut off. I couldn't leave... All these years, I have missed you. I wrote you both many letters, but you've both moved away and never received them. I

grew mystified the more he heard his

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