His thoughts were in turmoil as the woman on the other end kept ranting. "My daughter has always been our family's beloved treasure. She may be a little moody, but she's not inherently bad! As for that woman, she is still young yet has such a vicious heart. How dared she break my daughter's wrist?! This is a civilized society; why is there such an unreasonable person?! Isn't it ridiculous?! Don't blame this sister of yours for not giving you face, but no matter what, she has to give my family an explanation! Let her go upfront and apologize! Fortunately, it's just a case of my daughter's hand getting dislocated. If her bones got broken, instead, I'd definitely sue that woman and send her to prison!"
Thereafter, the call was cut off abruptly.
The man's eyes blazed with fury. He threw the phone aside. He was not around for one day, and such things happened?!
His niece's wrist was broken, and it was broken by his woman?
What in the world happened?!
He was absolutely frustrated.
Thus, once he reached home, he quickly walked in indifferently. The living room was dark and empty.
He made a beeline for the bedroom, only to find her lying in bed. With the lights in the room off, it was cold and quiet.
Her body was curled up in bed. It was unclear whether she was sleeping or just lying down. She seemed so normal and fine; it was as if nothing had happened despite such a big issue cropping up!
He must get to the bottom of exactly why she had hurt his niece.
Thus, he opened his mouth.
The woman woke up with a start and sat up on the bed. Seeing that he was back, a smile appeared on her face. However, when she noted the coldness and anger on his face, her smile dimmed.
"What happened between you and Enya? I heard that you broke her wrist!" He was the first to speak, yet he probed in such a manner.
Her expression had, thus, turned icy.
He called her by her full name in such a cold tone, yet he called out that woman's name in such an affectionate manner!
What… was this?
What was the meaning of this?
Could that woman have told on her to him, so he was condemning her with much aggressiveness?
She thought that, no matter what happened, he would believe in her unconditionally, just like she did. Regardless of what others told him, he would calmly inquire to her about the occurrence.
Instead, he returned with such a furious expression, as if she were a heinous sinner!
Was it her fault?
It was his niece who had brought others to invade her house and beat her up. Why was she the one being interrogated, then?
Was he not going to the Song family to ask them what that woman had done to her?
She pursed her lips tightly, stubbornly refusing to say a word.
Her icy expression made it apparent that she was furious with him!
Seeing her cold and detached expression, his heart was filled with more anger.
"Why? Still throwing a temper despite doing something wrong? Let me ask you: Why did you break someone else's hand? What in the world happened?"
"You are really protective of her, huh!" She let out a forced laugh, her words filled with sorrow.
She might be grinning, but her heart was filled with indescribable grievance!
"Hearing that she is hurt, is your heart aching? Did you come back so aggressively to pin the blame on me? Is that it?" she asked in a cryptic tone.
Suddenly, she was a little envious of his niece.
That woman was clearly the one who had started the trouble, yet despite doing something wrong, she was being coaxed by those around her for the mere fact that she had shed a few tears.
What about her?