She suspected that Madam Huo had learned Huo Xiaoyan liked her son, Huo Sihan, and had wanted to send her away, only to be silenced instead.
That way, Huo Xiaoyan neither had to leave the Huo Family and lose her privileged life and lofty status, nor had to fear anyone finding out that she liked Huo Sihan.
However, she did not really want to say this aloud. She was afraid it would make her man feel guilty.
As Su Qiao spoke, she stared intently into Huo Xiaoyan's eyes and used a little hypnosis.
This drove Huo Xiaoyan, who was already utterly frantic, completely mad.
Her expression twisted into something terrifying. Ignoring the pain, she crawled up from the floor, looking as if she wanted to eat Su Qiao's flesh and drink her blood. "Shut up! Shut up!"
"You're talking nonsense! You're slandering me! There's no way I could have killed her!
"She was my mother—the one who took me out of the orphanage. I loved her. There's no way I could have killed her. She died of illness herself. Her body was in poor condition. It had nothing to do with me."
Su Qiao sneered. "Yes, she died because she fell ill, but you put something in her tea, triggering her asthma. After she struggled to breathe, she suffered a heart attack and died."
What had happened back then was what Huo Xiaoyan was most afraid to bring up. She was even afraid of it in her dreams.
Yet now, Su Qiao had exposed every detail without missing a thing, and Huo Xiaoyan's mind rang with thunderous booms.
She covered her ears like a madwoman and shook her head incessantly. "No! I didn't! I didn't put anything in it! I didn't put anything in it! It was only ginseng tea,