"Mother, maybe you saw it wrong."
The eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Tang, intended to comfort her mother-in-law. A blood-soaked person lying on the ground with a swollen face and a head wound as big as a bowl; it's not certain if it's the second son.
Mrs. Hua was furious, almost slapping Mrs. Tang. The clothes her son wore were made from fabric she personally chose; she couldn't be mistaken even if others could.
Mrs. Tang held back her anger, instructing people to quickly get a doctor while directing a few old servants to carry Young Master Lian into the house.
Mrs. Hua rushed over, holding Young Master Lian and crying heartbreakingly, refusing to let anyone touch him.
