The admission that the will had been changed was like a ladle of cold water thrown into boiling oil, instantly sending the entire cemetery into an uproar.
Cries of shock, sharp gasps, and incredulous murmurs erupted, even louder than before.
The reporters were practically beside themselves, their cameras fixed on the platform for fear of missing a single detail.
They knew this would be the headline that set the entire city's social media ablaze tomorrow-no, this very afternoon!
After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, Ji Cheng's eyes suddenly blazed with an "I knew it" look, mingling wild delight with even fiercer anger!
As though grasping at a lifeline, he pointed at Uncle Zhong, then jabbed his finger toward the cold-faced Ji Yunhuai below the platform, his voice growing shrill and distorted with excitement:
"Look! You all heard him! He admitted it himself! He admitted he changed the will!" He turned to the crowd, trying to win their sympathy and support. "It was this old bastard! He conspired with Ji Yunhuai! They tampered with my father's will! They're stealing the family fortune! This is illegal!"
He abandoned every last pretense, his face contorted as spittle flew from his mouth.
"I knew it! Father clearly trusted me most before! I was his most devoted son! How could he possibly leave me nothing?! It was you! You heartless bastards deceived him! And now you want to cut me out! In your dreams!"
Faced with Ji Cheng's frenzied accusations and the countless probing, shocked, and even suspicious gazes below the platform, Uncle Zhong remained frighteningly calm.
His was the composure of someone who had weathered countless storms and long since ceased to care about personal honor or disgrace.
He did not even look at the seemingly deranged Ji Cheng. Instead, his gaze slowly