Chapter 92: Mistakenly Held Rich Heiress 091 (15)
Chapter 92: Mistakenly Held Rich Heiress 091 (15)
Twenty minutes later, beside the door of the emergency room in the hospital.
Since the patient was An Toutou from the An Family, the hospital had summoned a trauma specialist.
The An Family couldn’t hear their conversation, but the serious expression on the doctor’s face told them that An Toutou’s injury was not to be underestimated.
“Tell me, Shaohua, was it you who pushed Toutou?” An’s mother shifted her gaze from An Toutou, looking at Ye Shaohua with a voice that had gone cold.
Ye Shaohua didn’t speak, merely standing by the door to the emergency room, her clear, cold eyes looking towards An’s mother.
“If I say it wasn’t me, would you believe it?” Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a layer of shadow on her eyelids.
Her voice was indescribably cool.
“It wasn’t you?” An’s mother seemed infuriated, but her good upbringing prevented her from losing her temper in public, “Then what about the recording on Toutou’s phone? How could you say such things?”
She held Toutou’s phone in her hand, her look of disappointment towards Ye Shaohua was full.
Influenced by her predecessor’s will, Ye Shaohua’s fingers clenched tightly, turning the tips white.
Since arriving in this world, she had been perplexed over why her predecessor hated An Toutou to the point of madness, and now she finally understood.
In this situation where she felt utterly unsupported and stood against everyone else, it would be difficult for her not to become villainous; nobody told her what was right or wrong, she groped her way down a mistaken path all by herself, and in the end, it led to irrevocable doom.
“What about you all?” Ye Shaohua looked towards An’s father, An Tingjun, and Uncle Yao, who stood aside.
An’s father looked at Toutou lying in the emergency room, his gaze hard to read, merely sighing, “Shaohua said it wasn’t her, and you’re still asking, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding.”
An Tingjun had one hand in his pocket, his eyes urgently fixed on Toutou inside the emergency room, too preoccupied to care about what Ye Shaohua was saying.
Uncle Yao merely cast a cold glance at Ye Shaohua, his disdain barely concealed.
“Brother-in-law, since Toutou isn’t living peacefully at your An Family’s home, once she is discharged, she’ll move straight into our Yao Family’s home. She has a competition coming up and can’t afford any mistakes,” he turned his head away, not looking at Ye Shaohua, “lest there be any more ‘misunderstandings’ again.”
At that moment, Ye Shaohua finally smiled, her voice soft, “I understand.”
An Tingjun turned his head, looking into her dark, calm eyes, and suddenly felt flustered.
“What normal person would record someone’s words with a phone for no reason?” The elder of the An Family glanced disdainfully at the emergency room and then at the people in the corridor, “Have all of your IQs been eaten by dogs?”
He walked slowly to Ye Shaohua’s side, patting her on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, grandfather is here.”
Warmth returned to Ye Shaohua’s face as she nodded gently.
The words from An’s elder were also the doubt in An’s mother’s heart, or she would have already driven Ye Shaohua away.
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