The moment the heavy door shut out the grief from outside, the suppressed atmosphere beyond it was completely ignited!
Seeing that cold, resolute back with not the slightest trace of lingering attachment, and hearing that indifferent answer, almost cruel in its detachment, Wang Dong could no longer contain the grievances, sorrow, and fury that had been building inside her all day.
She was already immersed in the overwhelming grief of Xue Mingqing's death, her heart filled with regret, self-blame, and bitterness.
Everyone was heartbroken over Xue Mingqing's departure, yet Ning Yurong alone had remained tearless and sorrowless from beginning to end, cold as frost.
That extreme contrast left her unable to endure any longer.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice carrying anger, disappointment, and indignation as she shouted fiercely at the tightly shut door:
"How can you be like this?!"
"Before Mingqing died, he specifically told Yuhao and me to take good care of you and keep you safe!"
"Now you're acting so cold and heartless. How can you face his final request? How can you face all the favoritism he showed you?!"
Each question was clear yet hoarse, filled with the aggrieved fury of a girl at the end of her patience, crashing fiercely through the empty suite hall.
The room draped in mourning white only made that accusation sound more piercing.
She was filled with resentment, believing Ning Yurong to be far too cold and heartless.
Xue Mingqing had treated her with exceptional care and tenderness while he was alive, and even on his deathbed, he had still been thinking of keeping her safe.
Yet in the end...
He was gone, and she was not moved in the slightest.
How chilling.
Yet Wang Dong's fury and accusations received no explanation, no rebuttal, not even