"Your mom won't let you go back? What's the reason for that?" Zhao Yang asked, stunned.
"My mom thinks my dad died because of me!" When Li Jiahuan said this, an unmistakable sadness broke through her eyes.
"Because of you? Are you kidding me!"
"My mom says I knew all along about my dad and Li Huaifa's affair but didn't tell her. If I had told her earlier, this wouldn't have been exposed at the election meeting, my dad wouldn't have died, and my uncle wouldn't have killed him. So my mom says my dad's death is all because of me!"
"..." Zhao Yang was truly speechless. What kind of twisted logic was that?
"I just spoke up for you on the phone and my mom disowned me as her daughter. She told me never to come back to the village and even cut off my school fees, leaving me to fend for myself. Do you know how much money it takes to attend school every month? Without money, I can't go to school, and it's not just about school—I can't even afford food!"
