Bimto's actions were enough to make a certain someone desperate.
'Why isn't her face changing? Does she not care about what happens to her only blood grandson?'
Sokka's face looked pitiful and innocent, but his mind was spiraling uncontrollably. The old hang was leaning on her door with an amused smile as though watching a show.
'Dammit Old Woman, you deserve to be abandoned by my mother. How dare you treat me like this?'
If not for the millions she possessed, who would be begging her this much? A man can be tortured but not HUMILIATED!
How dare she? How dare she?
Sokka's body began to vibrate, leading some people to think he was inwardly hurt and distraught. Taking several deep breaths, Sokka regained his focus—the Money.
What is anger and pride before money?
"Grandmother, please… I beg of you. No matter what my Mother did in the past, forgive her."
(Sniff, sniff)
