"I did knock, you just didn't hear it." Wen Zhuohang withdrew his gaze from the now dim television screen and settled it back on Zhao Meiru's face. After a moment of hesitance, he voiced the suspicion that had been nagging at the back of his mind, "Mom, your mood has been off lately. Is it related to Aunt Chi's incident?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Zhao Meiru sprung up from the couch, her anger flared as she stared at him furiously and defended herself vehemently, "I've been at home all this time barely leaving the house, I haven't even seen that b*tch Chi Yu! Where would I have the time to go to that dilapidated church! She fell down the stairs on her own accord, how could it have anything to do with me!!"
Wen Zhuohang originally only had suspicions, but his mother's vehement denial sent his heart sinking into the abyss.
He clenched his fists, struggling to control his feelings of shock and anger at this revelation.
