After watching Song Ci leave, Madam Lu slumped onto Nanny Zhou, feeling completely exhausted, yet not a single tear could be shed.
Song Ci's visit to divert her attention had somewhat alleviated her sadness, but every time she thought of Song Zhiqing's affairs, she couldn't help but tremble all over.
Nanny Zhou handed her a cup of tea and comforted her, "Madam, don't think too much. The Old Madam was blunt, but she was right. The matter is settled, and what you should do now is plan for yourself and the young master and miss."
"I know, I'm just unwilling and restless," Madam Lu said through gritted teeth. "How long have I returned to the capital? Less than a year, around just half a year, and he could not withstand loneliness?"
Not even half a year, perhaps less than two months after she left, he had already been with someone else and had a child so quickly.
Madam Lu subconsciously touched her abdomen, feeling an intense sense of irony and bitterness.
