Li Yuzhi didn't say she forgave her, but she didn't show any signs of hating her either.
She's not a saint; this is all she can do.
When they returned home after dining at the hotel, the Bai Family's butler was standing at the door.
Seeing them return, he quickly handed over a rather aged wooden box and said, "This was the dowry from when the old madam was young, along with all her assets. She hopes you will accept them."
Obviously, she was afraid of upsetting Li Yuzhi and didn't dare to come herself.
She only entrusted someone to deliver her sentiments.
These were the dowry she prepared for her daughter.
Li Yuzhi glanced at the others, pursed her lips for a moment, and said, "Thank her for me, but I don't need these now."
The hardest, most difficult time for her had already passed.
Taking so many worldly possessions now wouldn't be of much use.
