Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned.
If the charred corpse that Meng Qingyue had the police find was not her father's youngest daughter, then where is his youngest daughter?
Who was the baby that Meng Qingyue gave to the police?
This question popped into everyone's mind.
Tang Yaoyao suddenly wasn't so sure either.
Lin Hui panicked: "How is that possible? When I gave it to her, she was already dead, so how could she have turned into a charred corpse?"
Tang Shengze squatted down in front of her, reached out, and grabbed her collar. His eyes turned bloodshot: "How did my daughter die? What kind of shady business did you and Meng Qingyue have?"
Tang Yujiao also looked at Lin Hui.
All eyes were on Lin Hui.
"She...she..."
Tears welled up in Lin Hui's eyes; it was a pain she could never recall.
Tang Shengze was on the verge of collapse: "Go on!"
Lin Hui looked around at everyone in the living room. Everyone was looking at her with a look that wished she were dead. She suddenly raised her head and pointed at the bewildered Gao Yuhe: "It was him! He killed him!"
Everyone then turned their attention to Gao Yuhe.
The man frowned, seemingly surprised by her response.
Lin Hui said excitedly, tears streaming down her face: "He asked me to go out. I put the child down and went out. When I came back, I found that she had her mouth and nose covered by a quilt... and she suffocated to death."
As she spoke, Lin Hui even cried, feeling wronged.
After hearing her words, Tang Yaoyao smiled coldly: "You just left because no one was looking after the child?"
Lin Hui looked into her eyes and felt her breath catch in her throat. She dared not look any longer and quickly looked away, her whole body trembling.
The thought of such a tiny baby dying because of her mother's infidelity made her clench her fists.
"That was just a baby who was a month old. She had no ability to save herself. Before you left, didn't you check if the blanket next to her might fall and hit her mouth and nose?"
These words were like a thorn piercing Lin Hui's heart, filling her with self-blame, guilt, and pain.
Over the years, these emotions have constantly plagued her heart.
Tang Yaoyao said angrily, "You blame others for the bad things you did. You don't deserve to be a mother at all."
She was genuinely angry.
There has never been a time when I felt more sorrowful and upset than this moment.
Having survived a near-death experience, she cherishes life more than anyone else.
Besides, she was her father's daughter. She hadn't even had a chance to see the world properly, or even seen her father once, before Lin Hui killed her.
Lin Hui shook her head frantically, denying the mistakes she had made: "It was him, it was all him, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, he killed my little daughter."
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Tang Shengze slapped her hard across the face.
Lin Hui fell to the ground, her nose bleeding. She bit her lip and looked back at her once gentle husband, now filled with hatred, wishing him dead.
She knew.
She's finished.
This life is over.
Tang Shengze was trembling all over as he said, word by word, "How could I not have seen that you were so vicious? To cover up the truth about killing your daughter, you gave her to Meng Qingyue and brought back someone else's daughter. You lied to me for twenty-one years, twenty-one years!"
After saying that, a mouthful of blood spilled from his throat and he couldn't suppress it.
After the sudden surge, he felt a darkness before his eyes and collapsed limply.
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