Valentine Teller washed the bowls clean and put them away, wiped her hands, she couldn't wait to leave.
Coming back to check on her foster mother, knowing she's doing reasonably well, she felt relieved.
These past few months, she hadn't felt at ease in her heart.
Now the burden seemed lifted, and her foster mother seemed to have forgotten about that incident, still smiling so carefreely, greedily detestable.
She was always this kind of person, so why bother taking issue with her; after all, she was the one who raised her, she couldn't even muster the hate.
"Then mom won't keep you here, I still have to go play mahjong tonight. My luck has been terrible lately, lost quite a bit of money, life's been tight."
Laurine Teller raised her voice intentionally at the end, as if wishing for the neighbors to hear about her tragic losses.
