"What possibility?"
Xiao Yu said, "Your husband has been lying to you and hiding things from you all along. It's not that he hasn't worked or earned money. He's spent everything he earned on himself."
"...?"
Fan Ting shook her head and said mockingly, "He used to run a stall selling cigarettes, alcohol, and things like that, but that was a long time ago."
"You misunderstood me. I mean he has some income from shady sources, but he doesn't make much, not even enough for his own expenses, so he simply kept it from you," Xiao Yu said.
Fan Ting still shook her head. "Surely not. If he really had an income, I'd be delighted. Why would he hide it from me, and for years at that?"
"It's not like he doesn't know how hard things are at home! Even if he doesn't care about me or this family, surely he wouldn't refuse to pay for his own biological son's formula?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yu almost laughed aloud.
He found it both pitiful and pathetic.
The pitiful part was that this woman had toiled for twenty years to support her family and raise her child. Now that her son was finally in college, she had thought her hardship would finally give way to happiness, only to face "that kind of future."
The pathetic part was that she had been deceived and kept in the dark for so long. After twenty years of marriage, how could she really be this blind to what was right in front of her?
Perhaps she knew something was wrong, but she had kept fooling herself, deceiving herself, telling herself otherwise.
Over time, she no longer wanted to question it.
Besides, the sheer exhaustion of earning a living for her family left her with no spare