Tears are like water behind a dam.
Before they spill over, there is no sign of anything wrong. But by the time the water has crept up to a dangerous level and teeters on the verge of overflowing, it is already too late.
And once the tears finally burst forth, they do not know how to stop.
Instructor Mu was no exception to this truth.
Could anyone even imagine it?
That the woman weeping buckets in front of me had once been the flower of the Imperial Palace and the daughter of a prestigious noble house.
Even I found it difficult to believe.
No, even Instructor Mu herself might have asked whether such a past had really existed.
Otherwise, there was simply no explaining this sight.
She was clinging to the hem of an unrelated man’s clothes and bawling her eyes out.
Though, if one wanted to be technical, perhaps I was not exactly an ‘unrelated man.’
We were, after all, mother-in-law and son-in-law.
Whether this was a disgraceful display appropriate to show someone younger than herself was another question.
Still, I decided to do my best to comfort her.
“Please don’t cry, Mother-in-law…… There must be some misunderstanding.”
“B-But…… sniff…… S-Sien…… s-said she doesn’t…… have a mother…….”
“Come on, surely she didn’t mean it. You know how much Sien has missed her mother.”
It was half truth and half lie.
At the…