"I only wanted you and Jingxi to bury the hatchet. That's why I helped him. I just didn't expect that it would end up exposing Qinghuan's involvement in drugging Jingxi three years ago."
"Involvement? Qinghuan already said it was that man acting on his own delusions. Who's really to blame for that?"
Hen Meixin sat up straight, speaking in defense of her daughter.
Wen Zhaoning shook her head in disappointment. "Meixin, wrong is wrong. Whether it's Zhenxiong or Qinghuan, I hope you understand: people can make mistakes, but they must acknowledge them and correct them. It's unacceptable to refuse to recognize fault."
What an apt statement: refusing to acknowledge fault or correct mistakes.
Hen Meixin's heart sank to the depths.
It was as if all the strength drained from her body in an instant; she fell abruptly to the floor, disheveled and helpless, losing all semblance of dignity.
The carefully styled hair also came undone, spilling loose.
