At the sight of her granddaughter's bewildered, innocent face, Li Suhua's taut nerves seemed to snap, and her eyes instantly reddened.
She had let her anger cloud her judgment. Worry had gotten the better of her.
Back then, Pu Zhiming's biological parents had come looking for him not to reunite with him, but because their younger son had fallen seriously ill and needed a matching donor from his family.
They wanted to take back the elder son they had given up for adoption just to keep him as a backup "blood bag" for their younger son.
Of course Li Suhua had refused. She might have been stern, and she might have always scolded Pu Zhiming for being useless, but she had raised that child from infancy. How could she let anyone take him away and exploit him like that?
So she had stopped them, refusing to let them acknowledge him no matter what. She had even locked Pu Zhiming at home to keep him from seeing those heartless parents.
And what had happened?
That ungrateful wretch Pu Zhiming had assumed she was only after the little bit of money they offered for raising him. He had hated her for decades and still refused to have anything to do with her.
"Grandma..."
Pu Yu caught on immediately. In an instant, she remembered her father's twisted expression the last time she had gone to ask him for money, the way he had gritted his teeth and said, "It's all Li Suhua's fault."
She hadn't understood then.
Now, she thought she understood a little.
Her father's hatred, her mother's confusion, her grandmother's unyielding refusal.
Everything she hadn't understood suddenly had an answer.
"So..." Pu Yu looked at the white-haired woman before her, all sharp words and a soft heart, and a tear slipped