Helan Xiuse had no choice but to push all the blame onto Mrs. Helan in order to protect herself.
In this sort of situation, no one had the time to worry about one another. Her mother's image was completely ruined. It could never be salvaged anyway so she should help take away some of the blame from her daughter.
Helan Xiuse felt that her mother, who loved her so much, would understand and even approve of what she was doing.
A bitter laugh escaped Helan Fangnian. "Mother forced you to keep quiet? Again. How many times have you told me this before? Xiuxiu, I really can't trust you anymore. Just rest well."
Helan Fangnian pulled his hand out of Helan Xiuse's grip and left.
"Brother… Brother…" Helan Xiuse cried.
He saw Helan Mingde outside, whose expression was grave and forlorn. "Dad," he sighed. "You've worked hard all these years."
