"It was you, and your mother, why would you do this, why would you help Xiao Yihe? That child was mine and your brother's, your nephew. Why did you do it!" An Lan was immersed in the panic of having lost her child back then, her voice heightened involuntarily, even carrying a tone of accusation.
Huo Jiajia took a step back when pressed, then straightened her back, shifting the blame onto An Lan.
"It's all because of you, if not for marrying you, resulting in brother not giving us money anymore, why would we resort to such an extreme measure as running to Xiao Yihe for help? And that's not my nephew, I would never acknowledge a child born to a woman like you!"
Her vehement denial shocked An Lan.
An Lan was so angry she trembled, and Huo Zhanting raised his hand to draw her into his arms. The look in his eyes was filled with deep animosity as he reached out and grabbed Huo Jiajia's throat, gradually tightening his grip.