Mother Xia's words were half true, half false.
At that time, she was indeed so preoccupied with her grief that she hadn't even noticed her own child had been switched by human traffickers.
Later, by the time she realized and knew about it, Grandma Xia and Grandpa Xia had already arrived—for the consolation money.
As for her, she had always been at odds with her in-laws, and now, with her husband gone, she was left with only a child... And the child had been switched, what could she say? How could she dare to speak, dare to speak?
So, she had no choice but to let the error persist, allowing her own flesh and blood to be lost to the world...
After all these years, oh so many years, she constantly worried about her newborn daughter; who knew where the traffickers had sold her?
As Mother Xia reminisced, she felt even more acutely the misery of her past and couldn't help but break into more agonized weeping.
Seeing this, Ou Jun's brows furrowed even deeper.
