Lin Jun was completely baffled.
These people refused to compromise at a critical moment and now they accuse her of harming the old lady?
"I'm the one to be blame?"
"Cheng Yanqing told you it was me, didn't he?" Lin Jun, weak as a willow, leaned against her pillow, her eyes teeming with unshed tears.
"I knew it. You still believe your biological son's words."
"Even if I have taken care of you all these years, you are still suspicious of me, Cheng Shangming. You've let Cheng Yanqing down, have you not done the same to me?"
Lin Jun, her eyes misty with tears, was about to pull back the sheet but was suddenly pinned down with a forceful grip.
She looked up to see Cheng Shangming's icy visage, his tone equally stern, "Are you not satisfied with the mess you've already created? Can't you behave for once? Be the dutiful Mrs. Cheng, what more do you want?"
