The nanny hurried to support Liu Ke and guide her toward the bedroom.
Liu Ke's steps were weak and unsteady. Her voice was strained from overuse, and she was utterly drained, with no strength left to say anything more.
As she turned away, Feng Wanting could still see the tears on her face.
In Feng Wanting's memory, Liu Ke had always been a fiercely strong-willed woman. He rarely saw her cry, but ever since Feng Xun's death, he had often caught his mother secretly wiping away tears.
Those stifled sobs pierced his heart like tiny needles.
Liu Ke staggered along, repeating, "A Xun... Chu Chu, Mom is sorry... Mom is sorry."
Feng Wanting's ragged gasps mingled with the breaths he drew through his nose. Pain shot through his nerves like an electric current, leaving him dizzy and trapped deep in conflict and anguish, unable to choose.
There was simply no choice he could make.
Who was at fault here? His brother had done nothing wrong, nor had his sister-in-law. Pei Yang was even more innocent.
On the night his father had harmed them, Pei Yang might have been studying late into the night, working a part-time job, or worrying about whether he would have enough to eat the next day, whether loan sharks would come after him.
Pei Zhi was his father, but growing up, Pei Yang had never enjoyed a single benefit from having him. He had borne every last bitter consequence instead, dragged down by his father's evil deeds and forced to taste all of life's hardships. Why should Pei Yang be made to shoulder any of this? Just because of that invisible, intangible blood tie beneath his skin?
Feng Wanting sat down with his head in his hands. The seconds and minutes ticked by, and only after