Chapter 197: Forcing Out the Truth

ed ten years. His eyes, now clouded with age, flickered with despair and a hint of regret. Yet, his stern old face remained taut, unyielding.Xiao Heng's blood-red eyes gazed at the old man on the sofa..."You bitch! You're still laughing! You're still laughing! You murderer! You heartless bitch!"

That voice roared and shrieked with even greater fury: "If it weren't for you, how could my Wei Ming have died so young If it weren't for you, how could Wei Ming have been defiled by those beasts! It's all your fault! You wicked, heartless wretch!"

Jian Tong was tied to a chair with one leg broken, staring silently at the old man who cursed in front of him.

"Kwai Wei Ming, you're still my best friend, Kwai Wei Ming considers you as her best friend, what about you! What did you do!! Ah!!!"

The old man cursed incessantly, shaking Jian Tong who was bound to the chair as if venting his rage. His old eyes were filled with hatred!

Jian Tong allowed the old man to vent his anger, until the old man said, "Wei Ming considers you her best friend"... He couldn't bear it any longer!

Many years ago, I thought the same way. Xia Wei Ming was my best friend, and she considered me her best friend." The old man glared at the woman bound to the chair, a silent smile creeping across his face. His heart felt like it was being poisoned, black tendrils spreading... "Crack!"

"You still smile! You have the face to smile!"

That slap sent Jian Tong's cheek flying, her neck twisting to the side as she leaned against the chair. She remained motionless, her head tilted back against the chair, even though the pain from the split at the corner of her mouth was obvious. Despite this, she seemed unaware, calmly speaking:

“Butler Xia, do you take me for a fool Or do you think that three years in prison wasn't enough time for me to figure things out” Her head slowly turned forward, her gaze finally settling on the ferocious face of the old man before her:

“Who plotted against whom Who had ill intentions And who, in their attempt to steal a chicken, lost the rice and ended up eating their own bitter fruit.” She spoke slowly, each word clear and distinct, though her mouth was split by that slap. Despite the pain, she insisted on enunciating every syllable, making sure each word was heard loud and clear!

Only when every word is made clear can she settle the old score between her and Xia Wei Ming! ... This is also, after many years, her accusation of Xia Wei Ming's crimes!

How could it be… unclear!

Only those who have stood at the top of the pyramid, with nothing lacking, and then fallen into the mud can truly understand that these seemingly insignificant details, which others may not care about, are what one values most. It is only then that one understands the importance of what they hold dear and strive for!

"You..." Summer Butler's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the figure bound to the chair. A flicker of suspicion crossed his aged face... Had she found out

No!

How is that possible!

If she knew, why didn't she go to Shen's manor immediately after being released from prison

If she truly knew anything, why didn't she react to his harshness and cruelty towards her while she was at the Shen family estate

She couldn't possibly know!

If, if she really knew, why would she still not care at all Why wouldn't she say anything!

Jian Tong seemed to have not seen the astonishment on the old man's face, or perhaps she simply didn't care what he was feeling. She didn't care about this person's thoughts at all. She only looked up at the white incandescent bulb above her head, word by word, as if reminiscing:

"Summer Butler, do you remember when I was little, Xia Wei and I would play together in the garden of the manor We two, back to back under the biggest tree in the garden, even if we didn't speak all day, each holding a book, could stay there for a whole day.

My grandfather was very strict when he was alive. He made me learn a lot more than other kids my age, often studying until the wee hours of the morning. I had very little rest time, and whenever I did have some free time, I would go to Shen's manor. Shen Xiujian wasn't very patient with me, and most of the time, it was Wei Ming and I who spent more time together.

"What do you mean by that!" Xia Guanjia's face was full of suspicion and vigilance: "You don't think playing the emotional card is still useful now, do you"

Jian Tong's gaze finally shifted from the incandescent bulb to the old butler. After staring at the bulb for so long, she suddenly looked at Xia Butler. It wasn't that she could see clearly, but... this was her intention—who would be willing to really look closely at the repulsive face of this old man

"I mean, growing up together like we did, I don't think Wei-Ming is the kind of person who would commit suicide."

"Wei Ming would commit suicide, wouldn't she, because you framed her and got her defiled!"

Xia Guanjia's cheeks were clenched tightly!

Jian Tong chuckled lightly, shaking her head, finding it amusing: "I'm very clear about what happened that night. It wasn't me who framed anyone. We all know who framed whom. Xia Guanjia... Can you tell me how Wei Ming died"

"You... you... what nonsense! You didn't frame her, did you Who else could it be It was you who killed Wei Ming!"

She felt her eyes beginning to ache, probably, maybe… she must have been staring at the incandescent bulb for far too long.

"Butler Xia, right now, I'm tied up. I'm the fish on the chopping board and you are the knife. And you probably don't want me to live, do you" Otherwise, if something happened to her, that person would eventually find out about Butler Xia. At that time, Butler Xia wouldn't have a way out either, right

She looked at the old man in front of her again: "Uncle Xia," rarely, after so many years, she called out again, "Uncle Xia," she said, "Uncle Xia, since you don't want to live anymore, and you wouldn't let me live either, since we are both going to die anyway.

Just tell me, how did Wei Ming die" She firmly believed that Xia Wei Ming would never commit suicide.

One who has endured for so many years, acting in front of everyone, a person who even in death plots against others, how could they possibly commit suicide easily

"Wei Ming committed suicide! It was you who drove her to it!" Summer Butler's aged face turned an unnatural shade of blue-black.

"Summer Wei Ming absolutely could not have committed suicide."

"She committed suicide!"

"She didn't commit suicide!"

"She is! It's her who committed suicide!"

"Impossible!"

"Impossible! She is!"

The two of them were at an impasse, Jian Tong insisting that Xia Wei Ming couldn't have committed suicide!

But Xia the Butler became more and more excited!

"She's not!"

"What if she didn't commit suicide" Summer Butler roared, his eyes bloodshot. His already sunken cheeks were now flushed a strange red as he shouted fiercely, "Even if I told you, that I killed her, what then!"

Boom!

It was like a bolt from the blue, time stood still.

And Xia Guanjia's voice suddenly stopped!

Xia Guanjia's old face was a riot of red, white, and purple, changing colors constantly, like a palette!

"Xia Wei Ming... it was you... who killed her" Jian Tong was stunned, unable to believe it. "Why... why..." She didn't understand. Wasn't the elder before her Xia Wei Ming's biological father

How could he do such a terrible thing, killing a woman!ople.Donating bone marrow is like taking a gamble.Is she lucky enoughI used to be afraid to gamble because many...Now, Jian Shi is gradually on the right track, and his grandfather's hard work has fin...