After He Chen finished reading the interrogation record, his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Jing Yan also stood at the side with a solemn expression. Only He Miao was still confused.
She carefully looked at her father's expression and asked hesitantly, "Daddy, who is He Ting?"
He Chen raised his head abruptly, the corners of his eyes red and bloodshot. "That's your grandmother…"
He Miao's eyes widened in shock, and her fists subconsciously clenched by her sides. "How could this be… It was Grandma and He Feng who caused my mother's car accident together, but why? Why did Grandma help He Feng?"
He Chen's pained gaze gradually became long, as if he was recalling something extremely painful. He was so sad that even the calm he had always maintained was completely broken. Tears kept dripping on his forever crippled legs like a broken thread.
"This matter… Maybe it's my fault."
