The silence dragged, and heavy with unspoken truths. Father Yue's face had gone dark, while Mother Yue twisted the edge of her sleeve, pale and shaken.
Lu Jiang's voice broke the stillness, calm but sharp. "You think silence will protect you? It won't. It will only make you complicit."
Gritting his teeth, Father Yue asserted. "We've said all we need to. Yue Ning is our daughter, and that is an undeniable fact."
Lu Quan let out a cold laughter. "Your daughter? Then explain this—" He shoved another sheet forward, it was a signed statement. "Your own handwriting. Your own signature. You agreed to raise her for money."
Mother Yue's face drained of color. Father Yue's hands curled into fists on his knees. The truth was laid bare in front of them.
"Who entrusted her to you? Tell me, or I'll drag this to the authorities, and sue you for fraud and child concealment. Do you think your reputation will survive?" Lu Jiang pressed, sneering at them.
