Xia Zhisu tried to pull her hand back.
Halfway through, Ling Tian'ao tightened his grip on her, his large hand enveloping hers, holding it tightly with both his hands.
"In my memory, my mother was dignified and loving! I never thought she would do such a thing! I was raised by my grandmother, who didn't like me being with my mother, but she never spoke ill of her! Xia Zhisu, the truth you heard today is also a destruction of my mother's image! I really loved her! But now I'm utterly disappointed in her," Ling Tian'ao said to her, for the first time speaking ill of the mother he admired.
Xia Zhisu's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him, feeling the same heartache.
He revered his mother so much that he wouldn't allow anyone to tarnish her reputation.
But now, he was the one speaking against her!
"My mother was truly wrong! Terribly wrong! Vilely wrong!" Ling Tian'ao was filled with hatred.
