novelraw Chapter 950 - 949: Suspicion
Chapter 950 - 949: Suspicion
In the recount of this couple, they became shameless sluts, turned into a scam ring leader, became bad women who like to set up honey traps, and became promiscuous and indiscreet women.
The two spoke as if they were telling the truth, suggesting these things had really happened. Even if they hadn’t done any of these things, just listening to these accusations made it hard to believe in their innocence. In this couple’s narrative, the girls were completely villainized while the parents feigned concern.
Listening to this shameless account from the couple, Tangtang and Guoguo’s faces broke into identical sinister smiles. With the flickering lights, a sense of horror arose, causing the couple’s voices to falter.
"Speak up! Why aren’t you continuing? I still want to hear more, like how you say I drove a male classmate to his death. Hurry up; I want to know what kind of methods I supposedly used. Why did you stop? I’m genuinely curious." Tangtang’s face was devoid of expression, as if the person in question merely shared her name.
Things shouldn’t be this way. They shouldn’t seem so indifferent. They should be angrily telling them to shut up or hiding in a corner crying silently. But neither of those paths reflect the indifference they display now. Tangtang and Guoguo’s cold demeanor caused panic to rise in the couple’s hearts.
This feeling of panic and anxiety continued, showing no signs of subsiding.
"You stopped? Are you done talking? This isn’t like you at all. You can’t possibly be so kind-hearted. Are you thinking up a new plot? What will it be this time? Label us as unfilial? Say we’re gamblers, drug addicts, prostitutes, or even murderers?" The slap from earlier had swollen half of Guoguo’s face, making every word painful, as if half her face had disappeared.
The couple listened to the sisters, a hint of panic flashing in their eyes. This wasn’t how they envisioned things; these brats were supposed to be angry, not urging them to continue.
In the past, they dared to blacken the sisters’ reputation without a care, simply assuming the girls couldn’t live without them, that blood ties were impossible to sever. As long as they were the parents, the girls couldn’t escape them.
But now, seeing their daughters’ expressions, a signal emerged in their minds: a signal that they were about to completely lose their daughters.
They dared act so despicably because someone else always cleaned up their mess, never caring how tired those people felt or how much it hurt them. Their own satisfaction was what mattered.
Yet now, a wave of sadness arose, growing stronger, like a spill of bitter melon juice in their hearts. This was a new feeling, one they hadn’t even felt when their parents died. Back then, they felt only relief, no longer burdened by caring for elders, finally free to do as they pleased.
But now...
The woman looked at Tangtang and Guoguo’s expressions, her own fear contorting her face grotesquely. "What do you mean by made up stories? Are you accusing us of lying and slandering you? We, as parents, raised you with great difficulty, not to malign you! If you hadn’t done these things, why would I say such things? What good would fabricating such lies do me? Am I mad to do this?"
Seeing the woman stubbornly refuse to admit any wrongdoing, Tangtang and Guoguo weren’t surprised at all. They even felt a sense of inevitability.
This was exactly the kind of thing they would say. Every time the sisters thought they understood their parents, felt disappointed enough, the couple would break their perceptions again and again, almost mocking their naivety, until there was nothing left to break.
But the sisters still held one lingering question in their hearts.
"You ask us this question, yet we have a question we’ve long wanted to ask you, one that various reasons prevented us from voicing until now. You claim no parents would lie to malign their hard-raised children, so what you say is true, and we are the liars." Guoguo faced this woman who was supposedly her mother and spoke.
"But whether what you say is the truth, we both know inside. Yet you still unabashedly spout lies, so do you do these things because we aren’t your children?" Guoguo asked with half her swollen face.
"What are you talking about? I carried you for ten months, almost dying to give birth, so how could you not be mine? Has someone been gossiping to you? Or do you want to rid yourself of me and your father, and that’s why you’re asking this, aiming to cut ties? I’m telling you, it’ll never happen. As long as I’m alive, you can’t abandon me." The woman retorted loudly.
Her words had the air of arrogance, even one of dictatorial finality, but upon close listening, her voice was no longer steady. There was a trace of panic and fear she herself hadn’t noticed.
If we are your biological children, why do you treat us like this? Are we not excellent enough, not bringing enough honor to you? Go outside and hear for yourself how many kids with living, close-at-hand parents have had to work through middle school to support themselves."
"Eliminate every possibility, and what’s left is the only one: you’re lying to me. We truly aren’t your children. Perhaps your own child died at birth, the grief too much for you, so you brought us from somewhere else to serve as replacements, thus feeling indifferent to us, our futures meaningless to you."