Arriving at the hospital, Shen Liya and Jiang Xinjie followed the doctor to the morgue.
Jiang Xinjie tugged at Shen Liya and spoke in a low voice, "Mom, do we really have to go?"
She felt a chill down this path, making her uneasy.
"Zhao Jie didn't have many friends here. She's dead now, but considering our past relationship, I should help her take care of the aftermath."
Shen Liya glanced at Jiang Xinjie, "She was quite fond of you when you were little. Paying last respect is a way to compensate for her regret of having no children."
Her words weighed heavily on Jiang Xinjie's heart, the fondness Zhao Jie had for Qiao Xinyu at a young age echoed in Jiang Xinjie's memory of her own childhood where she used to cling to Zhao Jie.
Jiang Xinjie steeled herself, questioning her actions. It was all because of the unfortunate chance that Zhao Jie knew Shen Liya and the child. Would she have been so ruthless if not for the fear that Zhao Jie might reveal her true identity?
"Alright."
