"This is the evidence," Yan Ye tossed a USB drive onto the table, his eyes bloodshot, emphasizing each word, "Don't worry, I won't hate you. Because this life was given by you, but from this moment on, this life is my own."
The implication of his words wasn't much different from severing the mother-son relationship.
After taking a deep breath, Yan Ye's mother shed two lines of tears.
Yan Ye understood his mother well; she was a strong woman who would rather bleed than cry.
But now her tears could no longer awaken his sympathy.
The cruelty in her bones was something he had never anticipated.
He thought that no matter how harsh his mother was, she would never hurt him...
"Yan Ye! Don't talk to me like this! I'm begging you! Please don't be like this... I couldn't bear to see you get hurt... I did instruct that person to be careful, if something had happened to you at the time, I would have killed his entire family!"
In her desperation, Yan Ye's mother admitted to her deeds.
