Lin Yuan's sudden appearance startled Lady Yang, causing her to shiver. She stared blankly at her granddaughter, fuming as she approached, then grasped Lin Jiaxin's arm and scoffed, "Father, don't listen to her hypocritical words. She's only approaching you because she knows you're naive and soft-hearted. Don't forget how she used to treat Mother and the rest of us."
Lin Jiaxin's mouth opened and closed, incredulous as he looked at his daughter. He knew his own girl better than anyone; Lin Yuan couldn't be cold-hearted. She had even kindly taken in street beggars, so it was impossible for her to mistreat an old lady who was one foot in the grave.
"Da Ya, what's gotten into you? Your father was only..."
