Regret, shame, self-blame.
Meng Yue was already weeping inconsolably.
"What, now that you know she's not your daughter, you've come to blame me?" Bai Zhengyuan's voice carried an unfamiliar jeer, as if he were a different person from the gentle and cultivated one he usually was towards her.
Meng Yue couldn't accept such sharp words.
"It's too late for regrets now. Over twenty years have passed, Yuejie is still alive, while that girl's death only shows that she was simply unlucky!"
"But it was obviously you who harmed her, it was clearly you..." Meng Yue's voice was broken, and her mind also brought up Tang Wu.
It wasn't just Tang Xintian.
Even Tang Wu died at their hands.
Meng Yue hadn't been sure at first, but now, she was almost certain that there must have been a conspiracy behind Tang Wu's death.
And the next one would be Shi Mei, just mentioned by Uncle Liu.
Meng Yue covered her mouth, her gaze darting around, tears swirling in her eyes.
