Su Daiyue said, "But I never expected him to hold such a long-standing grudge against me."
"I've been frail since I was young, so getting pregnant was never easy. After I finally managed to conceive, he actually wanted to make me suffer the pain of losing a child, just like he did!"
The stagnant despair in Su Daiyue's eyes churned into a storm. "But this was his child, too!" she said, her voice filled with hatred. "How could he be so heartless..."
Ji Qingwu clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her shrill voice.
Then, she whispered in her ear, "Madam Song, I know you're furious, but you must calm down. There are still many people outside."
Ji Qingwu had another theory in mind. She waited for Su Daiyue's emotions to stabilize before letting go.
Su Daiyue gasped for air, a hoarse sound rattling in her throat.
"It wasn't enough for him to harm my child. Now he even wants me dead."
Ji Qingwu asked a few more questions and finally learned the full story.
