"A fire?" Qiao Mo froze for a mont, instinctively thinking of the photographs she received on the day of her engagent banquet.
She rembered clearly, so of them seed to show a raging fire. The blazing flas were adjusted to a color that made her extrely uncomfortable.
Qiao Yin nodded slightly, "Yes, there was a fire in the warehouse at ho back then. I haven’t seen her since that day, so I’ve always suspected she might have died in the blaze."
Qiao Yin’s tone carried a hint of coldness and contempt, without much emotion. It seed to be just an offhanded joke or a guess from her.
But Qiao Mo didn’t take it as a joke, because she rembered clearly that when she searched for information online last night, it said that Qiao Yun suffered burns, and she was currently undergoing many burn-related surgeries.
If that were true, then it seed Qiao Yin wasn’t wrong.
Indeed, she was injured in the fire back then.
But why didn’t Qiao Dehou take her for treatnt if she was injured? Instead, he falsely claid Qiao Yun had been sent abroad for studies.
Qiao Yin glanced at her coldly, turned her head arrogantly, and left.
Qiao Mo didn’t have a chance to thank her before she disappeared.
So, Qiao Mo sat at the table alone, pondering for a long ti, but if the fire back then explained Qiao Yun, then what about the body in the water and the car accident death?
Stirring her coffee lightly, Qiao Mo didn’t drink it. Rather, she felt disturbed, instinctively sensing the situation was related to her.
Sitting at the table, repeatedly pondering for a long ti, she couldn’t co up with any conclusions.
Only thinking about how Qiao Yun was actually her sister, a bitter smile appeared in Qiao Mo’s eyes.
No wonder Fu Nancheng mistook her for the person in his mory. If the person he had always been searching for was actually Qiao Yun, then her resemblance to Qiao Yun makes more sense.
Qiao Mo felt a bit choked up, gently placing her hand on her belly.
Could it be that the love she now possessed originally belonged to her sister?
After pondering for a long ti, for so reason she didn’t know, Qiao Mo took a cab straight to the Fifth High-level People’s Hospital.
When she ca to her senses, she was already standing in front of the inpatient departnt’s entrance.
Hesitating for a mont, she headed straight upstairs.
She didn’t know which ward Qiao Yun was in, but she knew it was the burn departnt, and according to yesterday’s news, Fu Nancheng covered all the treatnt expenses. If that were the case, she must be in the advanced ward of the burn departnt.
After searching like this, it wasn’t long before Qiao Mo stopped in front of a ward.
The door to the ward was closed, but through the glass window, Qiao Mo could clearly see the woman on the bed. She was slightly turned, looking out the window, so Qiao Mo could only see her profile.
She was alone in the ward, very quiet, just sitting there silently.
At that mont, Qiao Yun was staring out the window in a daze, with Fu Nancheng’s warning from yesterday still ringing in her ears. But she was unwilling, unwilling to beco what she looked like today, while Qiao Mo could be cherished in his palm.
All these years, she had everything.
Father’s love, family, career, beauty, and a man.
But what about her?
Covered in burns, her life in ruins, living for so many years like a street rat.
She had no idea how much scorn and ridicule she had endured.
Qiao Yun’s hand gently tightened her collar, feeling agitated when she thought of Fu Nancheng’s warning the day before.
She turned to pick up a mirror from the bedside table, carefully looked at her own face, examining it for a while, and her gaze fell on the neck covered by strands of hair.
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