The two elderly people were already over a hundred years old. They had seen it all, so Xu Huo's somewhat offensive remarks didn't provoke much of a reaction. Of course, they mostly thought what he said was completely impossible. For one thing, a mine collapse couldn't have been caused by someone who wasn't inside the mine. And for another, if it really had been deliberate, Tiantianle Group would certainly have found out, given how many people had died.
Xu Huo didn't press the matter. He followed Mary to look through the belongings Suolan's father had left behind.
He had died young, so the only things related to Suolan were a few diary entries and snippets of articles he had written after she was born, along with a few crude toys he had made by hand. There was nothing else.
As Suolan grew up, she never seemed to particularly miss her father. At least, that wasn't reflected in her work. She had painted figures whose subject was fatherhood, but none of them were portraits of her own father.
Most of the belongings were related to Suolan's mother: some videos and photos, letters from when they were in love, and so on.
Judging from the dates on some of the notes and poems, the couple had been very much in love until Suolan's father's accident. Infidelity seemed unlikely; otherwise, Suolan's mother wouldn't have struggled for so long to move on after his death.
Suolan's mother had neglected her child, so Suolan's feelings toward her parents must have been complicated. Her mother had ignored her for years, which was bound to make them grow apart. And her mother had treated her that way because she missed her father. Hatred and anger might have been redirected, but once Suolan grew up, surely she must