The moment Clara finished her sentence, her mother wrapped her arms around her and started bawling her eyes out.

Clara patted her mother’s back gently in an attempt to comfort her. “Oh, don’t cry, Mom…”

In fact, rather than Yanny, she was more worried about her mother. After all, she had spent so much effort in raising Clara, but even when she was one foot in the grave, she was still struggling to provide for her mother!

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Clara went to a nearby market to buy ingredients for her food stall. On her way back, she ran into Peter.

Peter seemed to be overjoyed when he met Clara. “What a coincidence! I wanted to visit, but I was worried that no one was at home.”

“What are you doing here?” asked Clara.

“I happened to be running some errands nearby, so I came by to give you some toys. These are all from my childhood. They’re still good, by the way. When I told Yanny about them, he seemed pretty interested, so I just thought he’d be happy to have them. If they get worn out, don’t