Her face grew paler and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"First, accompany Jingjing to the hospital. I'll handle matters at home." Old Master Huo instructed Du Xiner.

Li Qin turned her head and looked at Fu Yan with complex eyes. She also followed out.

Old Master Huo's hand, which was gripping his cane, had bulging veins, and his knuckles cracked with each grip.

He was so angry that his lips turned white, "Fu Yan, it's you again! Both my grandsons were injured because of you. Are you here to bring misfortune to the Huo family!"

"Dad!" Huo Chengyao frowned, saying unhappily, "That's too far."

He was the eldest son in the family. Although he had entered official service and did not concern himself with family matters, Fu Yan was his fifth younger brother's child. His son Huo Yuan had also made arrangements before going abroad, asking him to take care of Fu Yan a little more when he was at home.

Fu Yan, besides being exceptionally beautiful and eye-catching, had actually been quite unremarkable in the Huo family these past years. She lived a low-key life, almost invisible.

But Huo Jingxu did hurt her.

The argument between women is not suitable for mediation as his identity and age are inappropriate.

"Azhen, you are the head of the family, so you should handle this matter." He threw the problem to Huo Mingzheng.

Old Master Huo favors Huo Jing Shu, but Huo Ming Zheng doesn't. He has always been the fairest in the family.

Old Master Huo suppressed his anger slightly, “Your uncle is right, as the head of the family, you should handle this.”

He reminded, “Jing Shu is your cousin. Her child in her womb might not even be viable. She's suffered such a great injustice, you, as her older brother, should give her an explanation.”

"Grandpa, there must be some misunderstanding here. Our Yan Yan didn't push Jing Shu. Back then, the scene was so chaotic, maybe Jing Shu tripped herself."

Song Qing霜 was so anxious she paced back and forth. She remembered the family tree stated that if a member of the Huo family harmed someone from their own clan, the offense could range from minor to major.

"You have no say here!" Old Master Huo coldly rebuked her.

Fu Yan pulled Song Qing霜 back, not wanting her mother to suffer such scorn for her. "Mom, don't say that,"

No matter how much she says, Old Master Huo won't believe her. He has always looked at the two of them with suspicion, and after so many years, he can't take that view off.

Song Qing霜 regretted it so much her intestines turned green. If only she hadn't provoked Du Xīnruì, there wouldn't have been all this drama later, and things wouldn't have escalated like this.

Ho Mingzheng looked deeply at Fu Yan, his voice low: "Did you push Jing Shu?"

This was the first time they had met since their unpleasant parting in the hospital ward that night. He had gotten a haircut before visiting the ancestral graves, making it slightly shorter, and his facial features seemed even more sharp and three-dimensional.

Across several meters, Fu Yan's heart pounded. Her mind was filled with the image of her ultrasound earlier that morning in bed.

She whispered, "I don't."

"You ask her, of course she'll say no." Old Master Huo snorted coldly.

He called several servants over and asked them. Some said they hadn't seen clearly, while others said they saw it was Fu Yan pushing Huo Jingshu.

They all said they hadn't seen clearly because it was too chaotic at the time.

Only one man in work clothes insisted that he saw Fu Yan push Huo Jingshu.

What do you do?

He Mingzheng scanned the other person's face, it was a familiar one, someone who had likely served in the Huo family for over five years.

"I am a gardener."

Ho Mingzheng's hawk-like eyes scrutinized the other person, "You're not in the garden, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

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