Ling Xiao had bottled up his grievances for so many years. At last, he could let them out, and he continued his anguished accusations.
"You went out to enjoy yourself playing mahjong, and locked my sister and me in the house. By the time you came back, my sister was already dead!"
"You said you couldn't take it! What about me?!"
"I had to watch my sister choke, with no one there to help her. Then I had to watch her body slowly grow cold!"
"For hours, I stayed there beside her body, terrified and helpless. I wasn't even ten years old!"
"You couldn't take it, so what about me?!"
"Now you want to come and claim me as your son? But where were you when I needed you?"
"You're trying to shirk responsibility!"
"You're putting it on your ten-year-old son!"
"Later, you even abandoned your own son. Are you even a mother?!"
"Are you even human?!"
As Chen Ting listened to Ling Xiao's repeated accusations, her face turned pale despite herself. She was an adult who claimed she couldn't take it, yet she had believed without a second thought that a ten-year-old child could.
What's more, after her daughter died, she had pointed at Ling Xiao and berated him more than once, blaming him for not keeping a proper eye on his sister!
But wasn't she the one who had failed to look after the child?
She hadn't even needed to work back then. Her only responsibility had been to stay home and look after the two children, and she couldn't even manage that.
Seeing Chen Ting silenced by his words, Ling Xiao turned and went into the classroom, leaving her alone in the corridor, lost in thought.
Wang Yue glanced over when Ling Xiao came in and noticed