"I know, it must be He Ziyun. He must have seen us living well while he's like a beaten dog himself, and because of this, he resents us. So, he found someone to take all the money. It has to be like this, it must be like this." The youngest son suddenly seemed to recall something, his eyes widened, and he spoke with a hint of madness.
The living room fell silent for a moment, and in the next second, his words were echoed by Father He and the stepmother.
"Yes, it must be that ungrateful son." Father He slammed his hand down on the sofa in anger and said furiously, "We're all family, but I never thought he could stoop to such dirty, vile tactics to scheme against his own family. He's capable indeed, but how can someone with the He family's blood do this? How could I have given birth to such a thing? It's truly a disgrace to the family name, a disgrace!" Father He's hand made the sofa thud as his words of regret nearly solidified.
