Grandma Liu came to the iron gate in front and pointed to the sofa there, saying, "That's where the dog bit me."
"dog?"
Grandma Liu nodded, feeling a deep sense of horror as she recalled the scene: "When the caregiver your sister hired went out to buy groceries, Lin Hui came out of the house to get some fresh air and sat on this sofa to sunbathe."
As Grandma Liu spoke, she took a few breaths, as if she were very tired, before continuing, "Suddenly a rabid dog ran out and bit her. It was very serious. She was already dead before she could be taken to the hospital. Lin Hui's sister gave her a simple burial."
Tang Yaoyao looked at the edge of the sofa, her eyes darkening slightly.
"Okay, I understand, Grandma Liu, thank you."
You're welcome, child.
Xu Feng then pushed Tang Yaoyao out of the apartment building.
She felt a heavy weight in her heart, as if some bad premonition was swirling within her.
How could Lin Hui die like this? This is too unexpected.
She only lost both arms, but she wasn't paralyzed. She could have lived a long life just by clinging to life like that. I never expected her to die like this.
Behind them, Grandma Liu could still be heard muttering to herself.
"It's a sin for the Lin family to have such a daughter. They've done too many bad things and this is their retribution."
Tang Yaoyao leaned back in her wheelchair. Almost everyone in the neighborhood knew about Lin Hui.
At this moment, she once again felt Tang Yujiao's ruthlessness, even her cold-bloodedness.
She hired the caregiver secretly, so she must have known that her mother was dead, but she never showed up, and didn't even tell her father.
She must feel so relieved to finally be rid of that awful mother.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Looking to the side, I saw a pet dog sleeping on a bench by the roadside, lying at the old man's feet.
A dog will always be a dog, but a person is not necessarily a person.
"Young Miss, shall we go back to the art exhibition next?"
Tang Yaoyao nodded: "Okay, let's go."
She told her father about Lin Hui's death on her way back to the art exhibition.
He remained silent on the other end of the phone.
Tang Yaoyao knew that Lin Hui had been his wife for over twenty years. Even though she had broken his heart and they were divorced, he couldn't truly be indifferent at this moment.
"dad……"
“Yaoyao, you don’t need to comfort me. The Fu family spared her life, but God took her away. She did all sorts of bad things, so it’s not surprising that she ended up like this.”
Tang Shengze's voice was a little hoarse. He wasn't sad for Lin Hui, but rather lamenting the nature of life.
Isn't it better to be a good person?
He did so many evil deeds, and even in death, he was not honorable.
"Dad, it's good that you can take it easy."
Having lived almost most of his life and experienced so much in such a short time, Tang Shengze has gradually learned to let go: "The person is gone, so I won't think about it anymore."
"Um."
He added, "By the way, don't tell your sister about this. After all, she's her biological mother, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it."
Hearing his uneasy voice, Tang Yaoyao felt the heartache of parents everywhere.
Perhaps, all of this was orchestrated by Tang Yujiao.
But Tang Yujiao was her father's only remaining relative in the world, and she didn't want to disappoint him, so she kept what she had overheard in the neighborhood a secret.
She pursed her lips: "Dad, we'll find out sooner or later."
"Let's do it later."
Tang Yaoyao nodded: "Mm."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Yaoyao looked out the window, her delicate brows furrowed, her mind uneasy.
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