She hated Yu Mo to death.
They were blood siblings.
Now he's living so well, so rich, why won't he help her?
If only he helped her pay off the high-interest loans, bought her a house and a car, and set her life up again, she could be as happy as she was before her husband went bankrupt.
Happiness was clearly so close, within reach—she just needed Yu Mo to give her some money.
Why wouldn't Yu Mo give her the money?
How could he be so ruthless?
How could she have such a heartless younger brother?
Her boiling hatred consumed her, but the money belonged to Yu Mo, and since he refused to show up or give her the money, even if she hated him to death, there was nothing she could do.
She sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the crowds coming and going below, and suddenly lost her patience.
