As Xiao ng said so, Bai Sidong decided not to be overly effusive. They sat in the visitation room, separated by a sheet of glass, and Mrs. Huang was brought out from the room inside...
Upon seeing Xiao ng and Yin Shixiu, Mrs. Huang unconsciously bit her pale lips.
Just as Xiao ng had ntioned to her uncle, even when facing Mrs. Huang, she felt devoid of emotions...
Even she herself thought she was being too calm.
Mrs. Huang sat down, facing Su Xiaong, a sheet of glass separating them, with small holes in the glass for sound transmission.
"Fourth Young Madam, Fourth Young Master..."
Yin Shixiu stood by Xiao ng’s side, his gaze upon Mrs. Huang, as calm as ever.
Mrs. Huang looked at Yin Shixiu, then at Su Xiaong...
Maybe the atmosphere was too awkward, Mrs. Huang stuttered as she tried to speak, breaking the chilling silence that made her back shiver,
"I still rember... the way you looked when you first entered the Yin Family, Young Madam... haha, you were just a high school student back then..."
"In private, us gossipy servants would chat together, saying how fascinating Fourth Young Madam was..."
"I really rember... that ti, Young Madam felt ill at ease eting elders, eting strangers, trying not to appear too timid, yet unconsciously pressing herself back towards Fourth Young Master..."
"Haha, Mrs. Huang truly liked you... You treated us well, often learning to cook and arrange flowers with us..."
"Speaking of Young Madam, no servant in the house would say a bad thing."
"Thinking about how Young Madam was, compared to the Young Madam sitting in front of now, with a determined gaze and serene expression, it reminded sowhat of Fourth Young Master..."
Su Xiaong silently observed the woman in front of her, dressed in prison clothes, her wrinkled old hands shackled...
A kindly-looking face, yet after so days since last seen, she seed to have aged a decade.
The last ti she saw her, she was delivering herbal dicine to the front door, invited to co in due to the heat, but she declined, needing to hurry to deliver dicine to Young Madam Sun...
That day’s scene remained vividly in her mory.
Mrs. Huang had never imagined how one’s silence could drive a person to such painful depths.
Her trembling lips finally failed to form words, her head dropped, tears began to fall...
Her hands clutched tight, at that mont, the one ill at ease was this middle-aged woman in her forties.
Su Xiaong’s gaze settled upon her hands, unmoving, finally speaking,
"I want to know, did you accidentally harm and my child, or did you intend to harm us..."
The interlocked anxious hands nearly stiffened simultaneously.
Su Xiaong blinked, then lifted her gaze to et the middle-aged woman’s eyes,
"I ca this ti simply to learn this. Say it, and I will believe."
"..."
Tears slid down her deeply furrowed face, dripping onto the cold iron shackles.
"Didn’t the police tell you..."
She quivered as she asked.
Su Xiaong’s gaze was cold,
"I want you to say it."
"..."
"Was it accidental, or inevitable? Was it unintended, or deliberate?"
"I didn’t an it... Young Madam, I truly didn’t an it. You’re so good, why would I have any reason to hurt you? Sob..."
"..."
Seeing Mrs. Huang in such pain, Su Xiaong closed her eyes briefly, finally exhaling.
"At least..."
She murmured softly.
Mrs. Huang’s sobbing suddenly halted, looking at Su Xiaong in surprise.
Beside her, Yin Shixiu heard Xiao ng’s two words, and couldn’t help but turn his head.
What does it an... At least?
Su Xiaong tugged at the corner of her lips, her icy eyes shimring now with watery light...
"I truly feared Mrs. Huang would intentionally harm and my child... If so, I would feel the world is truly terrifying..."
Tears fell.
This was a twenty-two-year-old girl, facing the world, her innermost fear exposed.
"At least..."
Su Xiaong said it again, then rose, not wishing to ask or say more.
Let the lost misfortune and grief end here.
"Xiao ng!"
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Huang suddenly called her.
Su Xiaong, with her back to her, "Is there anything else?"
"Do you believe ?"
"I believe you were montarily confused, I trust you harbor no malice towards or my lost child... Believing in you... is already very painful."
"..."
"Mrs. Huang, after sentencing, if it’s deed heavy, please bear it well. Even sitting the sentence through to the end, it’s what you deserve."
Having finished speaking, Xiao ng left the room.
Mrs. Huang now found her vision blurry, and Su Xiaong’s departing figure pierced her heart like a sharp blade.
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