Inside the house.

Just as Madam Ye was about to take her afternoon nap, she heard a noise at the door. She looked up and was clearly very excited when she saw her eldest son, whom she hadn't seen for a very long time.

"Ah... Ah Tang?"

"Mom, it's me."

Although the old lady was old, she was quite healthy. She quickly got up from the bed, walked over, and grabbed Ye Yutang's arm tightly.

"My son, you've finally come to see your mother."

These words reveal something that is truly heartbreaking.

But there's always a reason why someone is pitiful. Old Madam Ye never hesitated to do things without batting an eye, and this consequence is entirely her own doing.

Otherwise, they would have been surrounded by children and grandchildren long ago, unlike now, where two old women live alone in such a large courtyard, eerily quiet.

Ye Yutang's expression remained as calm as ever. Twenty years ago, he might have shown some extra emotion, but after experiencing these things, he was practically a living corpse.

The old lady cried and wailed for a while, then, finding her eldest son unresponsive, looked over in shock. When she saw his icy, cold face, her heart shattered.

"Ah Tang, you still hate me, don't you?"

For a mother, isn't asking her own son these questions another kind of torture?

The old lady visibly trembled, and finally, she used her hand to hold onto the table next to her before slowly sitting down: "Speak, what do you want to see me about?"

Ye Yutang's eyes flickered slightly, but the old lady naturally didn't notice.

"Mom, I just want to ask you one thing: did Jinjin really die from a fatal hemorrhage due to an accidental fall?"

Only Ye Yutang himself knew that asking this question was like tearing open that bleeding wound again, adding pain upon pain.

But it's impossible not to find out the truth about this. So be it if it hurts. I've gotten used to it over the years. It always happens every now and then.

When her eldest son asked the question again, Madam Ye was already very calm: "A-Tang, I have answered this countless times. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Since the incident twenty years ago, when we started asking, the old lady has always given the same answer: three words: "I don't know."

Ye Yutang's heart sank slightly: "Then you should rest well, I'll be going now." He turned and left.

The old lady kept staring in the direction her eldest son had left, lost in thought for a long time.

Until Aunt Tao came in: "Madam, why are you doing this? For twenty years, the eldest young master has been fixated on that issue. What's the harm in telling him?"

To everyone's surprise, the old lady shook her head repeatedly: "Xiao Tao, how could I dare to say it? What would be the consequences if I did?"

Aunt Tao sighed again: "Then let's just leave it at that. If the eldest young master can find out, let him. We won't interfere. Madam, don't always think about your own family. The eldest young master is your own son!"

The old lady didn't respond to Aunt Tao's words; she had already fallen into deep thought.

.........

As Ye Yutang left the backyard, he saw his niece standing in the corridor. It must be said that the two uncle and niece were really alike, and their cold aura that made it impossible for anyone to approach them was exactly the same.

"Uncle."

"Hmm, how have you been lately?"

"She's fine. I heard Yingying was injured. How is she now?"

"She has been discharged from the hospital and returned home. There are no major problems. You should be able to see her at Grandpa Gu's birthday banquet."