Wen Jin didn't like Yu Anwan, so his retaliation was to leave her with the cruel people in the Wen family, where she could be devoured in an instant.
That sharpness made Yu Anwan's scalp tingle.
Yu Anwan didn't dare to imagine how a six-year-old child-like Zhanyan could bear the harsh words of those people.
"Only Zhanyan and grandfather know what happened that day. If grandfather doesn't recover, Zhanyan will carry this burden for the rest of his life," Wen Jin said calmly.
Yu Anwan fell silent.
"Don't you claim to love Zhanyan? If that's true, why aren't you willing to clear his name?" Wen Jin asked Yu Anwan.
His tone turned serious again. "Professor Grace wouldn't operate on your grandmother for no reason, so why won't you tell me how you contacted him?"
Wen Jin's eyes were fixed on Yu Anwan.
The previously calm conversation now became tense again.
Yu Anwan stood there motionless, caught in a dilemma.