In the living room, the atmosphere was unusually silent.
Zhu Huan's occasional sobs were the only sounds there.
Auntie Cui whispered, "Shuanghua, I know you feel terrible, but the facts are in front of us. Zhu Ying's actions are truly beyond forgiveness."
Zhu Huan certainly understood this truth.
Sitting across from her were Elder Jiang, Jiang Yi, and Wen Suihan, all victims of this incident.
Even though Zhu Huan was extremely heartbroken, she couldn't defend her sister with a single word.
Just as Auntie Cui said, the things Zhu Ying did were truly heinous and utterly unforgivable.
Jiang Mingda's face was frighteningly dark, and he said almost nothing.
But his age-spotted hands never stopped trembling, his heart filled with resentment he couldn't express, already shattered beyond repair.
Which parent can remain indifferent upon hearing their daughter was brutally murdered?
Jiang Yi's eyes remained red and swollen, evidently from crying a lot earlier.
