A few people paused their steps, turned their heads to look at Shi Nuan, eyes filled with confusion.
Shi Nuan slowly raised her head, the fingerprints on her fair face were very conspicuous, yet those dark eyes looking over were calm and composed.
As if seeing through everything...
She said, "I can prove that I couldn't have driven last night and injured someone. I have witnesses..."
Shi Nuan knew that if she couldn't rely on her own strength to clear her name, Li Guirong and Shi Jiaojiao would make her suffer until she died, possibly even send her to prison.
Song Yichuan was dead, and the only father she had in the entire T City ignored her, which she found laughable, utterly laughable.
But should she give up on herself because of this? She couldn't, she couldn't stay here, couldn't go to prison!
She still had to attend Song Yichuan's funeral, wanted to see him one last time, and there were many things waiting for her to do.
Shi Nuan's words stunned Shi Yuanbo, Li Guirong, and the police for a moment. Shi Yuanbo was obviously excited: "Nuannuan, do you really have a witness? That's great, that's great..."
Listening to her father's words, Shi Nuan only felt incredibly ironic. How could her mother have fallen in love with such a man back then, willing to give up her life for him!
The police also asked, "Really? Miss Shi, do you have a witness?"
Shi Nuan moved her thin lips, her tone utterly certain: "Yes, I have a witness!"
...
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the rain outside the window showed no signs of stopping, and the sky became even more gloomy.
Grandma Song, Yu Yao, gazed at the rain outside the car window, and the tears she had held back earlier at the hospital fell again.
"This rain is for Xiao Chuan..."
She wiped her tears and said, "Such a good child, how could he be gone?"
Sitting beside her, Song Yansheng remained silent, his eyes constantly fixed on the window, his thoughts actually similar to his mother's.
Xiao Chuan, such a good child, how could he be gone!
A sudden ringtone sounded abruptly in the car, it was Song Yansheng's phone.
He took the phone from his pocket, frowned slightly as he looked at the flashing number on it.
Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into the gates of the Song Family Mansion, and Song Yansheng personally helped his mother out of the car.
The mansion's servant, Aunt Tong, came to assist.
Although Grandma Song was only in her fifties this year, due to a car accident years ago, her health had not been good, and today's blow was indeed too much for her.
After sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Song Yansheng instructed Aunt Tong, "Prepare some dinner and send it over; Grandma Song didn't eat lunch!"
Aunt Tong agreed and was about to leave but was stopped by Yu Yao, who said, "Forget it, I have no appetite!"
Song Yansheng replied, "Mom, you should eat something even if you have no appetite; all of us were actually prepared for what happened to Xiao Chuan!"
Yu Yao's eyes dimmed; she indeed did not like the second family, but Xiao Chuan, she truly loved.
But the child's health was poor; in the past few years, he had been frequently rushed to the emergency room, saved once but there would always be a time when he couldn't be saved.
Her son was right; she had indeed been prepared long ago.
But being prepared doesn't mean it's not sorrowful, not heartbreaking.
Song Yansheng gave Aunt Tong a look, and Aunt Tong immediately went to carry out his instructions while Grandma Song continued to mourn in silence.
Song Yansheng said, "Mom, you should go upstairs and rest for a while; I'll have Aunt Tong bring you food later!"
Yu Yao nodded, she was indeed exhausted today.
Song Yansheng personally helped his mother upstairs, and after settling her in, he turned to leave.
Watching her son's back, Yu Yao inexplicably called out his name, "A Yu—"
Song Yansheng paused his steps and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?"