C26 Mommy Is Hopeless

"How many times?"

I felt she was hopeless, and there was no point in blaming her now.

Sitting on the sofa, calmly looking at her, she is still the same, habitually guilty expression. Actually, I feel that inside her heart, there is always luck, never guilt at all.

"Not much this time. It's only five hundred and fifty thousand!"

Her tone and eyes were hesitant