"Later, I heard she had landed you into an American prison. I thought maybe she didn't really want to kill you, but if she could display the resolve to make you an expendable pawn at a critical moment, she must have had another plan," Yang Zuyu reflected, trying to fathom the old Mrs. Yang's mindset.
"Does she have other descendants?" Yang Xiu pressed on.
"I don't think she does," Yang Zuyu said. "Fate isn't helping her, it's destroying her. Her sons and grandsons either died young or, like your grandfather, died before their time. Besides, her husband died early, unable to leave her with another fallback option."
"So—," Yang Xiu pondered, somewhat uncertain.
"I'm thinking about how my daughter-in-law always miscarried or lost children early. Later, she went to America for some reproductive technology," Yang Zuyu speculated about the old Mrs. Yang's true purpose for going to America.
