here," Zhao Zhao darted to the counter like a madman, grabbed a brown paper bag, and ran behind the woman, following her step by step. The woman walked extremely slowly, and Zhao Zhao followed at an e...The whole day, the man was busy in his study. After lunch, he hurried back into the study again.

She was only instructed that if anything happened, she could find the maid.

Jian Tong sat on the long corridor outside the manor, watching the gardeners tending to the flowers and plants in the manor. The sunshine was good, the sky was blue, and even the wind carried a faint floral fragrance. For a moment, she seemed to be back in the past.

Unbothered, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep on the bamboo chair.

Everything is great, so great it feels unreal.

If you ignore the stiff, straight figure at the end of the corridor, then everything would be truly wonderful.

At the end of the corridor not far away, strands of silver hair moved occasionally with the wind, but they could not conceal the resentment in the turbid old eyes beneath the gray and white eyebrows.

The old butler supported himself with a nearby pillar, his old eyes sinister as they fell on the sleeping figure on the long corridor... Crack!

His fingers dug into the wooden pillar, blue veins throbbing on his back. He refused to give up!

Why did he have to die It's his Wei Ming!

His daughter, filial and well-behaved, how could heaven be so blind to take away his such good daughter!

A profound heaviness settled upon his heart. The old butler, soundless as a whisper, walked toward the slumbering figure, stopping by the bench. His grayish-brown eyes, like machines, were utterly cold and desolate. They moved slowly downward, inch by inch, until they abruptly fixed on Jian Tong's face.

"Wake up."

After looking at the woman who was dozing on the bench for a while, he spoke in a perfunctory tone: "Wake up."

Jian Tong was dazed when she heard a sound, jolting awake. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xia the Butler standing beside her. The last vestiges of sleep vanished in an instant.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly lost her voice... What could she possibly say to Xia Wei Ming's father

Complain

Crying foul

Perhaps this old man doesn't want to listen

Apology

Regret

Why!

Simply, she lowered her head slowly, without a word. The old butler beside her, however, had been watching the woman in front of him for a while... He wanted to wait for her to speak, wanting to hear what she would say after three years!

Summer Butler waited for a long time, but the woman in front of him didn't speak. This woman, whom he considered responsible for his daughter's death, didn't even say a word to him.

"Ms. Jian, do you have anything to say to me"

"..." The woman, who had opened her mouth to speak but remained silent, became even more silent. What should he say Should he ask for an apology

Facing anyone, she could calmly and unwillingly say, "I'm sorry," because those three words could save her from a beating, allowing those endless people who wanted to force her to admit she was the sinner to obtain a perverse and selfish sense of satisfaction.

But, only in front of Xia Wei Ming's father… he wouldn't be able to hear those three words he wanted from her lips for the rest of his life!

Never even think about it!

In the eyes of others, she was too humble, so humble that she could sell everything and allow herself to be treated with no dignity, to be seen as a clown by others.... Yes, in the eyes of others, she—Jian Tong—was now such a low person.

"Ms. Jian really has nothing to say to me, this Xia Wei Ming's relative, this father who three years ago sent his black-haired child to heaven and turned white-haired himself!"

Summer Butler's heart was on fire, he roared at Jian Tong with unparalleled coldness!

He wanted to see, he had to see, this damned little Jian Tong, the remorse on her face!

But!

The woman before him, originally lowering her head.

At this moment, under the gaze of his agitated and furious eyes, she—the ever-silent Jane Tong, slowly raised her head, holding it high. Her eyes met those of Summer Butler, who stood before her, filled with resentment. Unlike Summer Butler, Jane Tong’s eyes were clear, clean, and upright!

"What are you going to say to me" Your face is full of remorse! Why isn't it

Why not!

Why wasn't there even a hint of remorse on her face His daughter was dead!

Can't I even get a shred of remorse from this woman!

Looking at the old man with a ferocious expression on his face, Jian Tong's calm face slowly revealed a faint smile: "Summer Butler, can't you see I have already answered you."

Her habitually hunched back and limbs that were curled up with no trace of grace, even fearsomely withdrawn, stretched out. She faced Xia the Butler's resentful gaze with dignity, her black and white pupils filled with openness and honesty! — This was Jian Tong's answer!

What words could possibly surpass the sincerity and openness of her actions at this momenthort gasps: "You're asking me What were you just doing!""Darling."Honey He still looks wronged"Shen Xiujin, I tell you, you're a hooligan! I didn't let you... kiss me!""But...""Are you still here Stil...