The echoes of the press conference still rang in the air, a mix of camera flashes and horrified gasps, but inside the Mo mansion, a profound silence had fallen. The grand foyer, once a stage for doubt and suspicion, was now a gathering of somber, apologetic faces. Mo Chen's employees and executives, realizing the grave injustice they had committed, bowed their heads in shame.
Old Madam Mo, her posture still regal but her eyes brimming with unshed tears, walked directly to Qingxue. She reached out, taking Qingxue's hands in her own, her touch trembling. "Rourou, my child," she whispered, her voice cracking with guilt. "There are no words. I—I blindly believed that viper. I threw you out when you were at your sickest. How can you ever forgive this old woman?"
