Lawrence Winters was even more confused.
She stood at the entrance of the living room, helplessly clutching the strap of her Coach satchel, looking lonely, like a lost child, unable to find her way forward.
When Gabrielle Winters heard from the old Daoist that Lawrence went out early in the morning to get a divorce, she was half-scared to death and also very angry.
She hurried to call her, only to find that the child had turned off her phone, clearly set on breaking up.
She had no choice but to wait for Lawrence to return, intending to give her a piece of her mind.
But when she saw her daughter of twenty-one years standing in front of her looking terrified, recalling the hardships she endured when she was young and the pain of her birth, Gabrielle couldn't help but soften.
She stared at her for a while, then sighed and said, "What are you doing with all this? Marrying as if it were child's play, and divorcing as if acting in a play. Are you trying to drive me to my grave?"
