The Xia family's living room was silent.
Xia Bowen felt a pain in his chest.
After a moment of composure, he said coldly, "Back then, I should have let Shangguan Heng kill Xia Xindong, then taken you all to kill both the Song family and the Xia family, fighting to the death to protect your mother.
If we truly couldn't stay here any longer, your mother and I could have taken you all and fled in secret.
As long as your mother didn't go to jail, no matter the cost, it wouldn't matter, and you wouldn't blame me, right?"
After these words were spoken, those dining at the table shuddered, breaking out into a cold sweat.
Xia Liying's face turned ashen, and she thought of Song Yunuan.
If they had really done that, she guessed none of them would have been left alive.
Still sitting here, having a meal—how could that be possible?
Tears filled Xia Liying's eyes, but she quickly held them back.
Now was not the time to cry, crying was an ill omen.
