Only then did Xia Yingyu's eyes shift. She turned her head to look at Zhao Jinghai and said softly, "You and your mother both claim you were forced. To be honest, I don't believe it."
Zhao Jinghai froze, the spoon in his hand nearly falling to the ground. An anxious look crossed his face as he hastily tried to explain, "Yingyu, don't let your imagination run wild. What's done is done. When you've recovered, you can investigate however you want, do whatever you want. You can hit me, curse me—anything you want! But please, take care of yourself right now. Nothing can happen to you."
Zhao Jinghai was terrified in his heart, terrified of losing Xia Yingyu. His eyes red, he began to cry, pleading with her. He didn't want to talk about the rights and wrongs of the situation right now. All he cared about was securing his own freedom and ensuring his wife and son were safe. As for his future prospects… as long as there's life, there's hope.
