Song Lianhe quickly recovered from her initial shock and composed herself.
"I can find her cause of death..."
The words had barely left her lips when a sharp slap landed squarely on her face—
SLAP.
Song Lianhe's head snapped to the side.
"How could you hit her!"
In a rare show of anger, Huai Xu moved to shield Song Lianhe, only to be blocked by Kong Qing and a few maids.
"So what if we hit her? She killed our General's wife!"
Zhou Junlin froze for a moment, his brow then furrowing even deeper.
"You killed my mother! You're a murderer! Isn't it enough that my mother is dead? You still won't leave her in peace? I won't let you touch her again!"
Song Lianhe stood frozen in place. It was as if time had rewound, and the cries of the little boy's family echoed in her ears.
'You murderer! Give me back my son!'
Her grandfather had trembled as he forced her to her knees before them.
