Lawson Perry mused, âYou can slowly dig into this in your spare time. Itâs not our most urgent matter. What I want to know the most right now is, whoâs trying to smear my reputation and who can salvage my image damaged from the gas station explosion!â
Nan Yin nodded, âYes.â
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The next morning, Ye Xingguang woke up to the news that someone had exposed the gas station explosion as Ye Shitingâs own doing, explained in great detail.
âDamn!â Ye Xingguang couldnât control her voice.
If it werenât for her rushing into the fire, Ye Shiting wouldâve been finished by now. The one who called it his own doing, were they insane?
She called Ye Junqing, asking if she needed to testify about how perilous the fire was.
âYouâre awake?â Ye Junqingâs voice was soft and magnetic.
âYeah, yeah, I woke up and saw such news. It almost got my blood boiling. I can testify; your brother was genuinely in grave danger. The doctor also said that had he been there any later, he wouldâve suffocated to his death. How could that have been self-engineered?â
Ye Junqing felt like his heart was ironed over, warm and moved at hearing her concern for his family. Maybe her previous nonchalance was due to their relationship issues.
Ye Junqing couldnât help reflecting â why was it so hard for them to get along?
As he pondered, he said, âDonât worry. The elder brother will take care of this. You should stay put in Guy City, take care of your dad, and ignore the rest.â
âAre you sure I donât need to testify?â Ye Xingguang insisted.
âNo.â
Family testimonials are not enough for substantiation. If she comes forth now, she may get entangled. After all, a weak girl pulling a grown man out of a fire seems implausible and more like a show.
Ye Xingguang regretted, âOkay then, Iâm getting up now. Iâll call you again when Iâm back at the hotel tonight.â
âIs it still raining in Guy City today?â
Ye Xingguang pressed the electric curtain button. As the curtain opened, bright light shone in, revealing a sky as blue as the washed ocean, forming a beautiful horizon.
âGreat, itâs a sunny day.â
Ye junqing was relieved, âAll right then, Iâm off to an early meeting.â
He then added, âAre you feeling okay?â
Last night, she did feel a bit sick. However, after taking a pill bought by her elder brother, she felt better.
Ye Xingguang responded, âI am fine. Iâll call around eight tonight.â
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At eight in the evening, Ye Xingguang didnât call Ye Junqing from the hotel as her fatherâs condition worsened.
He was shivering to the point, even covering in a cold sweat, the vital sign monitors were also off.
Chang Danran rushed over. Her father stubbornly refused medication and ordered everyone to leave the room.
Under this condition, how could they leave the room?
Song Chuanqi didnât know how to explain, the more people were around him, the more uncomfortable he felt. Finally, he understood the other kind of torment his son-in-law had spoken about.
He couldnât describe the feeling. It was like a hungry beast wanted to feed, but what it desired wasnât food, but blood.
Could this be the thirst for blood his son-in-law was talking about?