Chapter 114: Triple Kill

Song Yuan stared at her with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth as he said, “Song Shi, Song Wei, and Li Ruo have all been locked up because of you. Song Chen is now lying in the hospital, a vegetable. What more do you want? Qingyou, no matter what, I am still your father.”

Only then did Song Yuan truly grasp the extent of Song Qingyou’s cunning. Facing her eyes, which resembled Song Ning’s so closely, he suddenly dared not be arrogant any longer.

Song Qingyou looked at him, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. She covered her mouth and laughed for a long time before coldly saying, “Father? Luo Yuan, at this point, are you seriously going to put on such a trite, utterly unbelievable family drama here?”

Song Yuan’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

A faint smile tugged at Song Qingyou’s lips, but it never reached her eyes. “Do you still remember how my mother died?”

Her voice was icy cold, causing a tremor in Song Yuan’s heart. His old, clouded eyes revealed disbelief as he forced a smile. “Your mother died in childbirth—that’s the truth!”

“Childbirth?” Song Qingyou chuckled lightly. “Do you think I’d believe such nonsense?”

Song Yuan couldn’t fathom her true intentions and still clung to his last shred of hope. “Qingyou, I’m your father. Don’t forget that my blood runs through your veins!”

Song Qingyou’s gaze was as cold as frost. “If I could, I’d drain my own blood out.”

Then, she said calmly, “I found the doctor who operated on my mother back then.”

That simple statement threw Song Yuan into panic. His fingers turned pale, and his lips trembled. “How could… how is that possible?”

He had arranged everything so meticulously, offering that doctor over five million to vanish without a trace. How could this happen?

Song Qingyou took a file from Fu Nan and tossed it in front of Song Yuan. “These are the evidences of your illegal seizure of my grandfather’s inheritance, the forged will, the recording of you entering the delivery room and murdering my mother, and the doctor’s testimony. You thought changing your surname would cover everything up? Luo Yuan, I never imagined you’d be so naive at your age.”

“I wonder if you’ll get used to prison life,” Song Qingyou smiled. “But don’t worry, you won’t be in prison long before they drag you out to be executed for your crimes.”

Every word pierced Song Yuan’s heart, the relentless blows dragging him back to the insecure, sensitive, fearful Luo Yuan from over twenty years ago.

Deep within, his long-suppressed inferiority turned into fierce anger and malice, making him forget the police behind him and the two bodyguards beside Song Qingyou.

He quickly grabbed the long whip that the servant handed him, intending to discipline Song Qingyou as he had before. If he could just beat her into submission, she wouldn’t be able to cause any more trouble!

But he forgot—he was now a crippled man with no strength in his hands. Before the whip could be raised, it slipped slowly from his palm.

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