Lunch had already been served when Mrs. Yang finally returned, her expression exceptionally ugly. No one knew what was wrong with Mrs. Yang, except for Mrs. Wang, who felt increasingly uneasy. Old Man Han sat in the seat of honor, observing Mrs. Yang's condition.
"Old lady, what's happened to you? Weren't you just chatting with your old sisters? Why do you come back looking so upset? Has something happened?"
Mrs. Yang didn't respond to Old Man Han, instead scanning over everyone seated, her gaze resting on Mrs. Wang with a brooding and unstable look. In her heart, she regretted having been blind in the past, for having agreed to such a daughter-in-law for her son. Wasn't this just a troublemaker? It was one thing to stir up trouble at home, but to go outside and tarnish her own family's reputation was another matter entirely.