The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

This stab, terribly misplaced, under normal circumstances would be of no consequence. If not for this, she wouldn’t have lasted until now. However, she has lost too much blood, and with the delay of time, she is completely done for.

"Son... son..."

"Mom... I’m here, I’m here... don’t be afraid..."

She trembled, feeling extremely grateful.

"Mom... mom..."

Huang Xiaojue frantically picked her up and ran out, but she held onto her son’s hand: "...It’s no use... really no use... son... don’t run..."

His eyes filled with tears: "Mom... mom... it’s my fault... I never found you... it’s all my fault..."

"No... it’s not your fault... son, they moved me to seven or eight locations..."

In this last period, they changed locations almost daily.

She was a venomous-hearted woman, venting her final anger and hatred on the people of the Huang Family — so, she kept using her cruel cat-and-mouse games against Huang’s mother.

"Son... every time they blindfolded me... I didn’t even know where I was..."

Because of this, every time he investigated, he came up empty-handed.

"They... it was Yang Wei who tricked us into coming... The first time, it was Yang Wei, he’s the one who locked us up here... that heartless beast, he took Zhou Ting’s money and followed her orders to deal with us..."

For this nephew, she spent countless heart and efforts in her life.

Spending money and energy, helping without limits.

Grain becomes grace, excess becomes resentment.

The more you help someone, the less grateful people will be.

On the contrary, they feel it’s not enough, far from enough — because you haven’t completely equalized the rich and poor.

Why do you give me only five thousand if you have a million? Can’t you give me fifty thousand unconditionally??

Rich people, sometimes being especially stingy, there is a reason for it.

Once the bottom line is released, once the appetite is expanded, those helped will climb all over you.

"Son, it was my mistake... I shouldn’t have helped Yang Wei... even less should I have let you marry Zhou Ting... I misjudged that venomous-hearted woman... she was just using us... using you... son, she was using you all along..."

His tears flowed like rain: "Mom, stop talking... rest assured, I will save you, I will take you to the hospital right away..."

Her breath was faint.

She understood in her heart, it was no use.

"Son... it was all my fault... always blame me... if it weren’t for my vanity... it was me..."

Under Zhou Ting’s influence, the whole family became wealthy: able to find Yang Wei a job, help with affairs of distant relatives, and the son rapidly advanced... she also enjoyed the flattery and Empress Dowager-like grandeur...

Every day there were people eager to treat her, accompany her shopping, surround her with sweet words during mahjong... over time, such an airy feeling made one indulge even more, unable to extricate themselves.

The more glamorous, the more frenzied.

That’s why she was so satisfied with Zhou Ting.

"It’s all my fault... all my fault... if it weren’t for me seeking benefits for relatives, if it weren’t for my vanity, you wouldn’t be threatened by them... son, it’s all my fault..."

On her deathbed, she finally understood, not well-matched marriages — even if the son married an ordinary girl, even if he found a woman so poor she bleeds, they wouldn’t end up like this today — riches and honor are good, but sometimes they are fatal.