The Mother They Used My Daughter's Betrayal

In the third year of helping my daughter raise her child, she gave me a box of ginseng.

My health had been declining, so I opened it and brewed the tea. But when my son-in-law saw the open box, he didn't just get angry—he panicked.

"Mom! That ginseng was meant for my mother," Jonathan James snapped, face flushing. "Aria only gave it to you for appearances. How could you actually open it? That thing cost two thousand dollars. Pay me back. Now."

I froze, turning to my daughter. "Is that true?"