chapter 1572


    Even though Maurice still hated his mother for how cruel she was, he saw how worn out she looked,


    and it wrenched him.


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    If she suffered such a difficult life, why did she note looking for him?


    Charmine could tell what Maurice was thinking, so she wheeled the woman closer to the bed.


    "You were wrong about Auntie, Mo,” said Charmine.


    Maurice looked at her and then at his mother again.


    Mistaken?


    The woman in the wheelchair met his eyes and exined gently, "Mo, I didn''t leave you behind back


    then. I loved you."


    Maurice smiled bitterly. "Love? Does that include locking me inside a dark room from day to night?


    Does that include leaving my father and I for thirty years, nevering back?"


    His voice grew unsteady as he spoke.


    The woman''s eyes reddened at Maurice''s words, and she began to sob." I''m sorry, Mo. I''m really


    sorry...but I didn''t have a choice...


    "You know the situation back then. We were poor, and your father had gambling problems. Whenever


    he ran out of money, he’d beat me up. I had to look for a job to support the family. You were young


    back then, and the factory didn''t allow me to bring my child to work. I was worried about you running


    around, but I couldn''t afford a helper. Out of desperation, I had to lock you inside a room...


    "Every morning when I left home, I had to wipe off the tears in my eyes, and it just crushed me. Every


    evening after work, I rushed home as fast as possible in hopes of getting back to you sooner. I know I


    didn''t treat you well, but I really didn''t have a choice..."


    The woman''s tears streamed down her face as she poured out her heart.


    Maurice suddenly became emotional. Thinking back, what she said was true...


    Sometimes when she came home from work, he would see injuries on her skin. He did not understand


    back then. Furthermore, when he was even younger, before his father had the gambling problem, the


    three of them lived in a small, run-down house, and she still treated him very well.


    Even when his father beat him, she would shield him from harm with her own body.


    The woman continued, "In the end, your father owed a huge sum. If I don''t go out to work, those people


    will take you away to sell you for money! I didn’t have a choice, so I had to leave you behind to find a


    higher-paying job. Back then, all I thought of was to find some cash, that once I earned a hundred


    thousand, I''de back to you... Little did I know..."


    Recalling how gut-wrenching it was, the woman fixed her eyes on her thighs. Her tears cascaded as


    she sobbed, "Since I was eager to make money, I worked in the ck coal industry. There was an


    ident, however, and my legs were cut off. I couldn''t leave... All these years, I have missed you. I


    wrote you both many letters, but you''ve both moved away and never received them. I never heard


    back..."


    Maurice grew mystified the more he heard his mother''s confession.


    His mother did not choose to leave him, after all. She had to look for a job and earn money to repay


    their debts. 2


    His mother did not choose to note home, after all. Her legs were busted, and she could not leave...


    She was not heartless, after all. She had written them letters, but they did not receive them... i


    The weight he had bottled in his heart gradually left him.


    Maurice''s eyes reddened, and he felt bad. After calming down, he looked at the woman and called out


    hoarsely, "Mother..." "Mo..." 1


    The woman nodded heavily, incredibly touched as she covered her face.


    Tears ceaselessly streamed down her face.


    Maurice reached out to hold on her aged hands with calluses.