The screen quickly switched, revealing my previous diagnosis of depression.
It clearly showed it wasn't recent, but from three years ago.
Every diagnosis and treatment record, every medication record, every psychotherapy session record.
It didn't matter if the screen wasn't clear; Lu Yanchen even printed out a bunch of copies, ensuring everyone had a copy.
The Su family held the diagnosis report. Mrs. Su's hands trembled uncontrollably, and a look of disbelief crossed her face. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Su Wan... How could she..."
Looking at the treatment records, they were far more convincing than my words could have been, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Perhaps it was the thought of my tragic death, the suffering I endured over those years, and how they treated me.
Every moment of cold violence, every verbal taunt, every moment of favoritism toward Su Ning'an, every moment of neglect and indifference toward me, was like a knife, stabbing me again and again. After the assault, they effortlessly pulled the knife away, leaving me alone, struggling.
Their casual words took me days and nights to process.
Every time I compromised because of Su Ning'an, it became a nightmare.
Insomnia, hair loss, silence, and internal conflict tormented me constantly.
Lu Shiyan fell silent after reading all the medical reports, his head lowered, his thoughts unsettled.
Perhaps he was thinking about how he had changed towards me over the years, how depressed I had been every time he so carelessly favored Su Ning'an.
The fans were also suspicious. "This...this is the proof, Su Ning'an, are you a scumbag or not? Just tell me!"
The Su family, Lu Shiyan, the Jiang family watching the show, and the frowning Fu family all stared at the stage.
Su Ning'an had been pushed to this point by me; there was no way she was going to retreat!
Ahead was a sea of fire, and behind her was a bottomless abyss. She could only bite the bullet and run forward.
"It's just a piece of paper. With the advanced technology of Photoshop these days, she's clearly prepared. She wants to kill me. Wouldn't she have already prepared information that would be detrimental to me?"
Su Ning'an is Su Ning'an after all, both mentally and mentally strong.
She began to show weakness again. "Ms. Jiang, it's clear that we have no grudges against each other. After you came to the Lu family, you first kicked me out, and now you're setting me up again. Just because I'm getting married to your ex-boyfriend, you're turning your love into hatred and murdering me. You're too cruel. Family marriages aren't something I can control, and you're already married..."
In a few words, she portrayed me as someone desperate for revenge.
Everyone, looking at the information in their hands, began to question it. "She's truly prepared. If she could just accuse Su Ning'an of this on stage, who would bother verifying the report's authenticity?"
"Yeah, I could even ask for a fake report if I took sick leave. Who wouldn't be able to do that?"
"Miss Su is so pitiful. Her sister died and she can't speak, and yet someone is deliberately framing her."
"Miss Jiang, you've already won first place. What else are you dissatisfied with? You have to smack someone down with one blow."
Just because Su Ning'an had a few words and accused me of framing her, these people started wavering again.
If I hadn't suffered so much at Su Ning'an's hands in my past life, I wouldn't have prepared so thoroughly this time.
Just go ahead and quibble. The more she tries now, the more miserable her death will be.
I looked at her intently. "Miss Su, I knew you'd say that, so I specially called in Su Wan's attending physician."
The moment I said that, the whole audience was stunned.
Some onlookers gave me a thumbs-up. "No, sister, are you serious?"
"Hahaha, this drama is too good, it's like asking for a hammer and getting it."
"What else can the Su family say? Sister Hammer will have the Queen Mother down soon."
As Su Ning'an and the Su family were stunned, a stoic man in a blue shirt and a white coat emerged.
Someone recognized him the moment he appeared.
"I know him. He's a famous psychologist, Zhou Sun. His hourly treatment fees are four figures, and he's won many awards abroad."
"I also bought his book on psychology for fighting internal friction."
Zhou Sun pushed his glasses, looking polite yet aloof. He said in a cold voice, "Hello everyone, I'm Zhou Sun. Today, at Ms. Jiang's invitation, I'd like to reveal something."
"Doctor Zhou, are you here for Su Wan?" someone asked. "Is Su Wan your patient?"
Zhou Xuan's face was icy. "I returned home a few days ago and learned of Miss Su's unfortunate passing. She was such a pitiful person, leaving this world inexplicably. I thought I should do something."
Mrs. Su looked at him with red eyes. Even now, she wanted an answer. "Doctor Zhou, tell me, is my daughter truly suffering from depression?"
Zhou Sun answered firmly and sternly, "Yes, I first met Miss Su three years ago. Back then, her symptoms weren't severe, just a tendency. We met through charity, so I tried to persuade her, hoping she could overcome her depression on her own."
"But a month later, she came to my clinic and asked for a diagnosis. I don't know what she went through during that month, but her mood was utterly awful."
"In the years that followed, I treated her, but the results were ineffective. Medication and verbal interventions couldn't change her life. Miss Su suffered every day for all those years."
He pushed his glasses up and glared at the Su family. "Why did Miss Su suffer from depression? Do you really not know? In other words, your daughter has been ill for years, and none of you noticed. Are you really a family?"
Coming from his mouth, these words were far more powerful than mine. He judged the Su family from a moral high ground. "Her illness was getting worse, so I suggested she paint to heal herself. But even her paintings ended up becoming a dagger stabbing her."
Someone grasped the point, "So, Dr. Zhou, have you ever seen Su Wan paint? And who is S?"
Zhou Xuan said coldly, "I've seen her paint more than once. I even have quite a few of her paintings at home. It's just that I treasure her paintings, while her family has usurped their possessions, blatantly robbing them and branding her pain as their own glory. Miss Su, you're a truly conscientious sister!"