She hesitated for a moment, then went forward and held Joanna's hand, gripping it tightly: "Joanna, do you really...not blame me? Do you really understand what I was doing back then?"
Madam White was still unsure.
She was afraid that Joanna would say that she didn't mind on the surface, but inside would resent her for sending her away.
She was afraid that her daughter would refuse to acknowledge her.
"Yes," Joanna nodded, "Madam White, I've never blamed you. I know that everything you did was for my own good. You had no choice back then, so I can understand."
"That's good, that's good," Madam White said, her eyes watering again, "as long as you don't blame me. Joanna, I know you can't accept all this at once, so I won't force you. You can go back and think about it."
"But, no matter what you think, I still hope you can give me a chance to make up for it as a mother. Even if you don't want to acknowledge me, at least let me have the opportunity to make it up to you."