"I don't want to be like this, either..." Jane Chandler said, tears silently streaming down her face. "My family went through such a major crisis. Generations of work were nearly destroyed. I just don't want to repeat the same mistakes..."
Jane Chandler grew agitated and suddenly covered her face with her hands, as if she couldn't bear it any longer. "What am I doing all this for? Isn't it for our Shaw Family! It's one thing for outsiders to look down on me, but how could you all..."
With a trembling finger, Jane Chandler pointed at Susan Hughes and Jenna Shaw. "You're the people I love most in the world, so why do you have to treat me this way?!" She wiped away her tears with a bitter smile. "When I was a little girl, a fortune-teller said I was fated for a life of hardship. I refused to believe it back then, but now... isn't it obvious?"
Jane Chandler's crying was a pitiful sight, and Jenna Shaw looked on, unable to bear it. "Mom..."
