She turned around, took a few slow steps, and walked to her old father who was still kneeling on the ground. Looking at these bewildered elders, she tried hard to keep her voice calm: "When you were critically ill in bed, both your sons and daughters-in-law were waiting for you to die... it was me who took action."
She pointed to her own heart: "It was this daughter, the one you kicked out with a hoe, who used the Silver Tael meant for Yao to study, to treat your illness! You cursed me a lot, I didn't answer back. You hit me a lot, I didn't retaliate. You even drove Yao away... Dad, you no longer have a daughter after this!"
After saying this, she turned her head and left without even looking at the old man's expression.
She walked in front of her brother.
This timid and weak man was already shedding tears, his face twisted in anguish.
Zhang Cuihua raised her hand, and he shrank back suddenly.
