"Xiaowan..."
Dai Yuying stepped forward, staring intently at Ye Wan's expression, "Are you still in touch with Bolin?"
With just one sentence, Ye Wan understood her meaning.
Her face grew cold, "No. There was no contact before, and there won't be any in the future."
"That's good."
Speaking solemnly, Dai Yuying donned an earnest demeanor, "Xiaowan, don't blame me or your Uncle Han. When you get married and become a mother, when you have children of your own, you'll understand why we did what we did. Ultimately, if there's anyone to blame, it's your father's lack of steadiness. Otherwise, how could your mother and the Ye family have fallen to such a state? You wouldn't have to..."
"Are you finished?"
The past was gone, and with it all the disputes over right and wrong.
Yet she put all the blame squarely on her father's shoulders.
Blaming her father for not being steady?
Ye Wan's expression turned icy, "The affairs of the Ye family are not your place to judge as an outsider."
