Upon learning that his younger cousins ​​were still alive, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

He clung to a sliver of hope, thinking his father still had a conscience and hadn't killed him, but now...

Lu Yunzhang felt as if he had swallowed a hundred pounds of bitter herbs; the bitterness made his lips tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time. That bitterness spread from the bottom of his heart, coursing through every vein in his body.

It felt as if I was shrouded in an inescapable gloom.

"What does Lu Hua's instigation of you have to do with your arson?" Wen Mo already had solid evidence and wouldn't listen to Lu Ze's one-sided story.

“You had originally agreed that you would divide the things you got from my wife equally, but you turned against me at the last minute and tried to keep the key for yourself, which angered Lu Hua, and that’s why Lu Hua strangled my child.”

"Later, Lu Zhong and Lu Hua threatened you that if you didn't hand over the key, they would fight you to the death. You were scared, but your greed eroded your reason. While Lu Zhong and Lu Hua were at home, you blocked their door and set it on fire. Lu Hua was lucky; he jumped out of the window and broke his leg. Later, due to infection, he was left with sequelae."

"And Lu Zhong's entire family of four all died in the room."

"You thought your third sister-in-law had taken the two children out, but you didn't expect them to still be sleeping in the room. You killed your own children, but you felt guilty, so you shifted the blame onto your third sister-in-law."

Wen Mo's words completely revealed the truth that Lu Ze had concealed for twenty years.

"Ah, no, it wasn't me, it wasn't me!" Lu Ze pounded his head frantically, his expression deranged. "It was you, you set the fire! It has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me..."