Fu Xingzhou's expression was no better than Li Yulin's; he pursed his lips and remained silent.
Li Yulin's fingers tightened, almost crushing Fu Xingzhou's collar. "Didn't you say you were going to protect her? Is this how you protect her?"
Fu Xingzhou closed his eyes and painfully admitted, "It's my fault."
"Your fault?" Li Yulin sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. "Do you think a simple 'your fault' can bring back my sister's lost child?"
He released Fu Xingzhou's collar, took a step back, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.
"Fu Xingzhou, I really misjudged you."
After leaving a message, Li Yulin turned around and sat down on a bench to wait.
The operating room lights finally went out.
The door was slowly pushed open.
On the hospital bed, Li Susu was pale, her eyes tightly closed, and she looked lifeless.
Li Yulin suddenly stood up, his heart pounding in his throat.
He rushed to the stretcher bed in three quick steps, his hand trembling as he reached out to Li Susu.
As my fingertips touched her icy skin, a chill instantly spread throughout my body.
"Su Su?"
He called out softly, his voice trembling slightly.
There was no response.
Li Yulin's heart sank suddenly.
He turned to the doctor, his eyes filled with anxiety, "Doctor, how is my sister?"
The doctor took off his mask and sighed wearily, "The patient has lost too much blood and is still unconscious."
The nurse pushed the hospital bed, preparing to take Li Susu to the ward.
Li Yulin followed closely behind.
His gaze remained fixed on Li Susu's pale face, filled with heartache and worry.
Fu Xingzhou stood still, motionless.
He watched as Li Susu was pushed away, her figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.
He felt as if his heart had been hollowed out.
The corridor reeked of disinfectant, and the stark white light shone on Fu Xingzhou's face, making his expression appear even more terrifyingly gloomy.
His deep eyes were like frozen ice, devoid of any warmth.
He turned abruptly and strode toward the window at the end of the corridor.
Outside the window, the night was deep, and the lights of thousands of homes flickered, but they could not illuminate the darkness in his heart at this moment.
He took out his phone and dialed his assistant's number.
"Qin Chuan".
"President Fu." The respectful voice of assistant Qin Chuan came from the other end of the phone.
"Investigate! Thoroughly investigate the cause of this car accident!"
“Yes, Mr. Fu. You suspect…” Qin Chuan asked tentatively.
"I need to know whether this was an accident, or..." Fu Xingzhou gazed at the deep night outside the window, his dark eyes icy cold, "...man-made!"
If it was caused by human intervention.
No matter who it is, he will make them pay a bloody price.
For his child—
Buried with him!
The Bai family.
Bai Weiwei pushed open the villa door, her mind blank.
His steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton.
In the living room, Bai Mian was sitting on the sofa, a cigar between his fingers, his brows furrowed, and his face looked particularly gloomy amidst the swirling smoke.
Seeing his daughter return, he stubbed out his cigar and asked in a deep voice, "You're back?"
Bai Weiwei didn't respond. She walked straight to the wine cabinet, poured herself a glass of red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing his daughter's unusual behavior, Bai Mian felt a growing unease.
He got up and walked to Bai Weiwei's side, asking, "Weiwei, what's wrong?"
Bai Weiwei put down her wine glass, her eyes flickering, not daring to meet her father's gaze. "It's nothing."
Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to appear nonchalant, and she said:
Bai Mian suddenly said, "Li Susu was in a car accident."
Upon hearing this, Bai Weiwei froze, and the wine glass in her hand almost slipped from her grasp.
She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "I know."
Bai Mian stared intently into his daughter's eyes and said firmly:
"You did this?"
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