Old Madam Lu's lips curved into a faint, cold smile that didn't reach her eyes. "And why would you care now? After you abandoned both your sons without looking back? You think we will let you near him again just because you are crying in our hallway?"
Ting Cheng's eyes remained cold, though a flicker of pain crossed his gaze for a brief moment before disappearing. "Grandma is right," he said quietly, not looking at Yaya. "Don't pretend you care now. Ting Zhou doesn't need you, and neither do I."
Song Yaya's shoulders shook with silent sobs as she pressed trembling fingers to her lips, unable to form any defence.
Gabriel's gaze flickered briefly to Old Madam Lu, a quiet flicker of distaste crossing his usually impassive features before he lowered his eyes respectfully.
"She is still recovering from shock, Madam Lu," he said calmly. "Perhaps questioning her intentions can wait until later."
