Xi Family Estate, 09:30;
Xi Meifang paced the living room relentlessly, her expression twisted in raw outrage and disbelief. "Who does that girl think she is?!" she snapped, her voice slicing through the tension in the room. "And how could Yuan—our Yuan—let some tramp cloud his judgment?"
Whipping around, she leveled a furious glare at Li Jungah, who sat stiffly beside Xi Chongkun on the couch. "Punishing Sister Youyou, fine, I understand that. But when it comes to Xinghe, it's like Yuan has forgotten who he is—forgotten his own blood, his own legacy!"
Li Jungah flinched at the venom in her words.
She knew exactly what Xi Meifang was implying—that she had somehow failed in raising Xi Yuan, failed to teach him to stand by his family above all else.
But what Meifang refused to see was the truth:
The baby that had been killed was Xi Yuan's own blood, too. And the woman he was fighting for—his wife—was his family now, in every way that mattered.
