"Fine, since we’ve gotten to this point, let ask you, Mingxia, as a daughter, weren’t you also raised by your parents? You’ve been gone for seven or eight years, no, actually more like over ten years. When you married Zhang Liang, you hardly ca back to the village. Now that mom and dad are old and it cos to their care, shouldn’t daughters and sons equally share this responsibility?"
Once the sister-in-law started speaking, she really hit the nail on the head. In response to this, Gong Mingxia rely looked at them with a faint smile.
"The money I’ve sent ho over these years, mom and dad told they hardly spent any of it, it all went to subsidize you, your wives, and your children. Why did the money daughters gave to honor their parents end up subsidizing you sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren instead? Why didn’t it go to the external grandsons and granddaughters? You talk to us about duties, about responsibilities. As a daughter, I find that irrefutable, but if you expect us to be just like sons, then I have sothing to say."
"Mom and dad worked for decades, getting you married and building your houses. The daughters who married out are like water spilled; returning to our maternal ho makes us guests, not family, because this is no longer our ho. Staying here one more day would an facing the cold looks from the sister-in-law. Don’t glare at —think carefully and ask yourself if you ever treated this way. When I got divorced, I never planned to live at my maternal ho permanently; I just wanted to stay for a few days. But I won’t ntion how you all treated then."
"Ah, now you co to talk to about the sa responsibilities and duties? It’s true that mom and dad raised us and we should honor and take care of them. This is undeniable and irrefutable anywhere you go. But these words shouldn’t co from you brothers and sisters-in-law, because you don’t deserve to say them! Do you know why? They raised you, found you spouses, built you houses, but when they got old, couldn’t work, and fell ill, where were you?"
"Sister, you’re wrong to say that. We weren’t at the hospital, but we all gave money, and besides, the hospital wouldn’t allow us all to be there. If we were all there, who would earn the money?"
Gong Mingxia sneered coldly, "Then tell , since dad has been hospitalized, how much money has each of you actually contributed?"
The sons fell silent at once, looking at each other, none willing to reveal that number.
Seeing this, Gong Mingxia’s eyes and brows expressed disdain, "The money for dad’s hospital stay and dications was borrowed by mom from the villagers. None of you contributed money, right?"
The n were all taken aback by this, looking at each other as if surprised.
Gong Mingxia had seen too many of these situations in hospitals in her past life. To put it nicely, they all assud soone else would pay; to put it harshly, they were heartless and extrely unfilial.
It was disheartening to think about it. Four sons, three daughters, and this is how it all ended up.
Because there were several sons, everyone started dodging responsibilities and making excuses. They felt they had lost out, felt aggrieved, and so even thought their parents were biased. In short, no way they were paying!
If it weren’t for a lack of money, if it weren’t for their low priority, how would Mr. Gong have ended up like this?
Pitiful, tragic, hateful!
Who created this bitter fate for Mr. Gong was sothing she didn’t want to comnt on too much. She just wished to contribute her part in his last phase.
She was not the original owner of this life; managing to do this much was already quite hard. As for the Gong Family’s dostic affairs, she didn’t want to hear about them nor did she want any involvent with them.
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