Lin Xueting truly didn't believe what the old crone was saying. She only knew that soon after she was born, her mother died, and her father told her that her mother had contracted a serious illness. Could her mother's death not have been an accident?
Lin Xueting said loudly and with agitation, "Speak, but if you dare to deceive me, I'll have you thrown into the police station!"
"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare deceive the young lady. I saw with my own eyes how the eldest daughter gave the madam a bowl of chicken soup, and after the madam drank it, she passed away," the witch said.
Lin Xueting's eyes widened in disbelief. A bowl of chicken soup? Could it be that her aunt had caused her mother's death?
Although she knew her aunt was not a good person, Lin Xueting could never have imagined that she would commit murder, especially against her own kin.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"I dare not spout nonsense; what I am saying is the truth."
