Zhuang Zhongming couldn't sit still any longer: "Do you have any evidence? How dare you say that!"
Eighteen years have passed. Zhuang Yan was only five years old back then, and his memories are vague. What evidence could there be?
"When you accused me of murder, did you have any evidence?"
“Your mother saw it, and the housekeeper saw it too!”
"Then let me ask you, how could a three-year-old child be thrown off a 1.2-meter-high railing, which is less than a meter high for a five-year-old?" Zhuang Yan sneered. "Post it online, and I believe many netizens will help me explain."
Zhuang Zhongming slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing with fury, trying to intimidate him with his imposing presence.
In parent-child relationships, parents hold an absolutely dominant position. Absolute power means absolute dictatorship, and even if they know they are wrong, they will not admit it.
Zhuang Zhongming habitually pressured, attacked, and used corporal punishment on Zhuang Yan.
In his eyes, his son was not a son, but more like a useful tool.
At 55, Zhuang Yan had long since seen through the surface to the essence of things; in fact, his mental age was now older than Zhuang Zhongming's.
Zhuang Yan continued, "After her young daughter was seriously injured, a mother didn't rush to call for emergency help. Instead, she grabbed her son and yelled at him, insisting on waiting for her husband to return before taking her daughter to the hospital. The second floor is five meters above the ground, and there's grass below. Falling from a building doesn't necessarily mean instant death. It's highly likely that she lost too much blood and missed the window for rescue. As the only guardian present, instead of reflecting on her own mistakes, the mother blamed a five-year-old child, repeatedly calling him a murderer and a demon. Is that normal?"
"As for you, as a father, you specifically emphasized that I killed my own sister, leaving me to face the police interrogation alone, forcing me to confess, and in order to better control me, you have been morally blackmailing me for years."
Zhuang Zhongming could no longer maintain his lofty and dignified demeanor. He began to tremble, broke out in a cold sweat, and panic appeared in his eyes.
He met Zhuang Yan's eyes. What kind of eyes were those? Like a black abyss staring at you, trying to pull you in. Zhuang Zhongming staggered back, grabbing the table in a panic: "That's just your guess!"
"Really?" Zhuang Yan took out his phone, pulled up a medical report, and pushed it right in front of Zhuang Zhongming's eyes.
Zhuang Zhongming took a closer look and saw that it was a medical report about Tang Jing's examination in the mental hospital.
Munchausen syndrome is an extreme form of psychopathology that often affects mothers. In order to gain attention and sympathy from those around them, they may intentionally harm or abuse their children, or even kill them.
"She loved you too much. After giving birth to her daughter, she felt that her daughter was taking away your attention from her. In order to highlight her own existence, or to regain all your love, she chose to kill her daughter. She doesn't deserve to be a mother, she doesn't even deserve to be a human being. In order to satisfy her own selfish desires, she not only killed her daughter, but also destroyed her own son."
When Zhuang Yan said these things, it was as if he were telling someone else's story.
He had already experienced great sorrow, and even now, reliving it again, his heart still aches slightly.
He placed his hands on the table and leaned slightly forward to Zhuang Zhongming: "To cover up the truth, you renovated this place and enclosed the second-floor balcony with glass, but I can still find photos from back then here."
“I am not a demon, not the murderer who killed my sister. Two children under the age of five must be cared for by adults. If something happens, the person responsible for taking care of them is the first person responsible. This is a clause written in the law.”
“The second-floor railing is so high that only an adult could lift a three-year-old child and throw him down. My mother was the only one there at the time, so she is the murderer. To protect her and cover up the truth, you did not hesitate to destroy me and make me bear the crime of murder. Over the years, every time I proved that I was not wrong, she started to go crazy.”
The unfathomable black eyes stared straight at Zhuang Zhongming. Zhuang Zhongming flinched, wanting to retort, but his neck felt as if it were wrapped with a rope, and his face turned pale.
Zhuang Yan straightened up, curled his lips into a gentle smile, a smile like the winter sun: "If I were to release this whole story, what do you think netizens would think of the Zhuang family? Would the police reinvestigate for me? Would you be able to save face then?"
"You dare!" Zhuang Zhongming roared, but his voice, though loud, had no effect and did nothing to intimidate him. His panicked expression became increasingly obvious, and his previous composure was nowhere to be seen.
"See if I dare." Zhuang Yan laughed, and his dark eyes gradually brightened.
"Don't even think about betting with me, because you can't afford to. Just sign the papers while you can still control yourself. If you drag this out any longer, I can't guarantee what crazy things I might do."
Zhuang Chongming was trembling, whether from anger or fear, he tried to remain calm: "The Zhuang family has assets worth over a billion. You are the only child in the Zhuang family. All this wealth will be yours sooner or later. You really don't want it?"
"I find your things disgusting. If I could, I would rather I had never been born into this family and never become your child."
"Good, good, good!" Zhuang Chongming said "good" three times in a row, his hands trembling with anger. He picked up a pen with trembling hands and wrote his name forcefully.
"Zhuang Yan, you'll regret this!"
Seeing that Zhuang Chongming had finally signed his name, Zhuang Yan put the agreement away and said as he tidied it up, "Why would I regret turning a perfectly good person into your dog? Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself, being an accomplice to murder."
The ones who truly deserved their punishment were Zhuang Yan, who received the paternity severance certificate and has now finally walked out of that prison.
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