She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Xia Yu'e looked at the child in front of her, who was even younger than her son. He was pursing his lips, clearly unhappy because his mother had just scolded him, but he still stubbornly handed him candy. He was a good child, just like his mother, a good child since he was little.

"No need, you eat it yourself, you're so good." Xia Yu'e tried to refuse, but forgot that she was still on an IV drip and the blood was flowing back up.

Grandma Xia snatched the candy, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into Xia Yu'e's mouth. "Sister, eat this. After your IV drip is finished, you can come with me. I'll take care of you from now on."

Xia Yu'e: "What are you saying? I have a son. What kind of son do you expect me to raise? You have a family to support yourself. If you support a useless person like me, what will my brother-in-law think?"

Old Mrs. Xia: "Your son, I'm not saying this to be mean, even a dog would be more useful. Even though it's still so cold, what are you wearing? When I brought you here just now, touching your hands, I almost thought you..."

She wanted to say that she almost thought she was going to lose her sister again after just finding her, but seeing her sister's condition, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She was afraid that if she said it, they would both cry again. Her sister's health was really too bad. This clinic was only for minor illnesses; she needed to take her to a big hospital.

“Although my son is a good-for-nothing, I can still support myself. Yue’e, you should live your life well. Now we can be sisters again, and there’s a long road ahead. Bring your children to visit me more often, and I’ll have something to look forward to for the rest of my life. Just seeing them makes me happy.”

Old Mrs. Xia: "What do you mean by 'longer'? If you continue living with your son, you won't last long. Sister, are you trying to break my heart? I have money, I can support you. Wouldn't it be better if we sisters lived together from now on?"

Thinking of Tian Chengping filled her with unbearable hatred. He was a scoundrel just as bad as her children, even beating his own mother. He wasn't human and deserved to go to the deepest hell. Old Mrs. Xia thought of her past life, and then imagined her sister's past life; perhaps she died an even more pitiful death than she did.

Soon, after venting her frustration by scolding Chen Xiangbei a few times, she began to persuade her sister.

After coughing a few times, Xia Yu'e continued, "Yue'e, I always hoped you would be doing well, and I still do now. After you left, I often wondered if you were doing well at work, if you were praised by your boss, if you got a raise, and if you were eating something nice?"

"Will a good man discover how outstanding you are, pursue you, and you get married and have children? You'll have a good husband, good children, and a happy family. Then, in the past few years, I've been wondering if you have grandchildren now, who are just like you when you were little, chattering away, and rushing to help you if someone bullies you?"

"Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy. I raised you, and what you want most is to be loved and cared for throughout your life, to be able to eat meat, to wear nice clothes, and to live a happy and smooth life every day. As for me, I don't want to disturb your life, and I don't need you to support me. Just live your life well, and that's enough for you."

Grandma Xia hadn't heard such words in a long time. People only said that she was a wife who should be considerate of her husband and take care of the housework at home, and that she was a mother who should take care of her children and let them grow up safely. But what about her own feelings? She was a human being too.

Aside from Yin Donghua sometimes feeling sorry for her, when have her own family members ever cared for her the way she cared for them? In this life and the previous one, besides her sister and Yin Donghua, did anyone else truly care for Old Lady Xia?

Grandma Xia sniffed, blinked to force back her tears, and said, "Sister, it's only with you that I feel like someone cares for me again, I..."

Chen Xiangbei couldn't sit still anymore. He almost cried after saying a few words, without getting to the point at all. It was really like the two old ladies were holding hands for no reason. Wasn't his mother happy enough? Now there was no woman more capable than her.

She beats and curses people both at home and outside. Who can beat her or curse her? Those who can't beat or curse her are all sent to reform schools. She'll set fire to the house after just a few words. She's no more vicious than anyone else.

Nobody cares about her yet. If nobody cares about her, would she still dare to set fire to a place?

Chen Xiang felt angry when he thought about his blanket with a big hole burned in it. He started crying, and even his mother started crying, but he hadn't cried at all.

He couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Auntie, tell me about my mom. She just divorced my dad before the new year. She doesn’t want any of us kids and went straight to live in the factory dormitory. Tell me, how can anyone be like that?”

“She beats us every day, my dad, my brother, my sister, and the worst thing is that she beats me the most. What boy isn’t naughty? I’m not going to kill or set fires, so why does she beat me every time she sees me?”

“We’ve let her hit us so many times, but she’s still not satisfied. It’s Chinese New Year, the first day of the Lunar New Year, and she insists on getting a divorce. She overturned a whole table of good food and almost burned my house down. She always says I’m destined to be sent to a labor camp. I think she’s much more capable than me.”

“None of us can control her. If only you had met my mom sooner, at least someone could keep her in check.”

Xia Yu'e was completely confused. What did it mean? Her smartest, most ambitious, most hardworking, and most promising younger sister got divorced?

She couldn't lie still any longer and struggled to sit up, looking at Xia Yue'e. "What does this child mean? Are you divorced?"

Grandma Xia lowered her head, somewhat afraid to look at her sister. Divorce is so difficult even in the city. From the past until now, she has been the only one in their area. So many people talk about her behind her back, so many people curse her for not being a docile woman, saying she is wild and not a good person. There are even more nasty things they say, not to mention her sister. Having grown up in the village, she has probably never seen anyone get divorced.

She failed to achieve any of the things her sister imagined. Not only that, she died a pathetic death in her past life, and none of her children were filial. The person she felt most sorry for was her sister. The good life she has now was earned through her sister's hard work, but she herself failed to live a decent life.

She died in her past life and got divorced in this one; by any measure, she's not living a good life.

Grandma Xia choked up, feeling a heavy weight in her heart, and a sense of guilt suddenly filled her chest. "Yes, sister, I'm sorry, I got divorced and couldn't live that kind of peaceful life."

Xia Yu'e looked at her face, and suddenly hugged Old Lady Xia.

“My sister, you must have had a tough time all these years. You were so young and all alone out there, with no one to help you, no one to teach you, and no one to listen to your troubles. How could you not be suffering? You got divorced, and they definitely treated you badly, that's for sure.”