"Ling Jue! I'll tear you apart!" Mu Xueling saw Ling Jue and pounced on him like a lunatic. However, Ling Zhensheng hugged her tightly. "Xueling, we haven't gotten to the bottom of the matter yet. How can you say that it was Xiao Jue who did it?!"
Mu Xueling was stunned when she heard that. She turned to look at him and asked in a daze, "You don't believe me?"
"It's not that I don't believe you," Ling Zhensheng said softly as he watched her calm down. "It's just that the matter hasn't been explained clearly, and Xiao Jue hasn't said anything either. Why are you so sure that he's the one who caused Xiao Ying's illness? Let him explain first. Don't be anxious."
Ling Zhensheng did not understand. Mu Xueling did not have a breakdown when Ling Ying was hospitalized, but when she heard him mention Ling Jue, she immediately flew into a rage.
She insisted that Xiao Jue had infected Ling Ying with the illness.
He had asked the doctor before, but Xiao Jue's illness was not contagious.
"Why am I not anxious?! My biological daughter is lying in the hospital, and this culprit is standing there perfectly fine!" Mu Xueling almost broke down. She covered her face and cried. She demanded sternly, "Ling Zhensheng, do you only believe in your son and not me? You only have Ling Jue in your heart. What are we?!"
Ling Zhensheng quickly comforted her. Ling Jue and Assistant Bai stood a meter away, watching everything quietly.
"Sob, my daughter..." Mu Xueling's bean-sized tears kept falling. Ling Zhensheng could only helplessly hug her and give Ling Jue a look, asking him to come over.
Ling Jue took two steps forward and looked at Ling Zhensheng leisurely.
"Xiao Jue, your aunt said that you gave your sister some strange soup. That's why your sister became like this. Her illness is exactly the same as yours. What's going on?"
Ling Jue pondered for a moment. "Maybe the Feng Shui in that mansion isn't good."
Mu Xueling came out of Ling Zhensheng's arms and pointed at him angrily. "You're full of sh*t!"
Ling Zhensheng was slightly shocked. This was the first time he heard such an indecent word from Mu Xueling.
And it was said to Xiao Jue.
Mu Xueling no longer cared about pretending to be a stepmother. Her face was red with anger, and she wished she could tear Ling Jue into pieces.
She pointed at Ling Jue angrily. "Did you drink the soup for Xiao Ying?! Did you?!"
Ling Jue's expression did not change. She still looked indifferent. She spread her hands and teased, "What soup? I don't understand. Oh, you mean the chicken soup of love that you made for me?"
Mu Xueling's body trembled and she took a few steps back.
Alarms went off in her mind. Something was not right! Something was not right!
She could not tell Ling Jue about this. She was the only one who knew that there was something wrong with the soup she made. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at Ling Jue in horror.
"Are you really putting on an act?"
"Don't you know the reason why I'm like this?"
"..."
That was what she heard when she went to the hospital to visit him the last time.
Could it be that he knew her purpose from then on and knew that she added something into the soup for him, so he gave Xiao Ying the soup that she added to the medicine later on?
"Impossible! Impossible!" She waved her hands in disbelief. Ling Jue was just a little boy. How could he have such a heavy heart?
Something must have gone wrong there. It must be...
"Xue Ling, what's wrong? What's impossible?" Ling Zhensheng held her with a confused look on his face. Why did he think that Xiao Jue had so many secrets, and that Xue Ling had so many secrets?
Did he, as her husband and father, neglect something?