It seed like a long ti in the chaos, but it was only five minutes. Just now, Mrs. Song was inside chatting with Mrs. Fan.
Upon learning that sothing had happened outside, Mrs. Fan went out to deal with it. She was exhausted and couldn’t be bothered with these sses, so she didn’t follow, not expecting that the incident involved her daughter, Song Yue.
The doctor was busy on the side, and she couldn’t help but just worry helplessly.
Turning her head, she saw Ye Ranran standing there.
"Mrs. Jun." Upon seeing her, Mrs. Song’s face looked terrible. If it weren’t for her, Song Ze wouldn’t have died; he would still be well.
Her proudest child, just gone like that. The pain of a parent burying their child couldn’t just be described with the word "grief".
In her heart, Ye Ranran did feel guilty towards Mrs. Song and Song Ze. She owed them a life, it wasn’t like her heart was devoid of thoughts.
Even though she didn’t wish for it, but it happened, and Song Ze died because of her.
"Mrs. Song." Ye Ranran greeted Mrs. Song.
Her calm deanor inevitably made Mrs. Song harbor thoughts; she could no longer maintain her forced elegance and snapped: "You caused the death of my third son, do you also want to kill my daughter now?"
This statent shocked the surrounding people. The news of Song Ze’s death was suppressed by Jun Mochan; everyone thought he t an unforeseen mishap. Given the Song Family’s prominence, it was normal for so people to want him dead.
Even if soone deliberately investigated, they found nothing; they didn’t expect it to be this situation.
Could this be another lodramatic soap opera?
"Mrs. Song, please be careful with your words. Everyone saw that she fell off the stage; it’s got absolutely nothing to do with ." She indeed felt guilty about Song Ze, but what she owed, she would repay. As for what others owed her, she must also claim it back.
Everyone around saw what happened but stayed silent. The feud between the two families was not sothing they could ddle in.
"I can testify." Fan Rou suddenly jumped out.
She chose to unwaveringly stand by Ye Ranran’s side.
Ye Ranran gratefully glanced at her.
"This has nothing to do with you; go back," scolded Mrs. Fan.
"I’m just stating a fact, is there anything wrong with that?" Fan Rou did not back down.
"If you feel better thinking it was , then feel free to think that," Ye Ranran unexpectedly said.
She took a step back, which actually made her appear more magnanimous.
Mrs. Song, wanting to slap her and vent anger, still had to maintain her image in front of everyone.
"I’m sorry, I was just too anxious and spouted nonsense," Mrs. Song suppressed all her reluctance and other emotions.
Ye Ranran accepted her apology. Then, the ambulance arrived, and Song Yue was loaded into the ambulance.
The whole process, from the fall to the ambulance’s arrival, was only fifteen minutes.
Yet, in these short fifteen minutes, so much had happened.
Ye Ranran’s lips curved upwards.
"Can you handle them on your own?" Before leaving, she looked at Fan Rou with concern.
With those three looking as if they were about to devour her, was she sure she could handle it?
"Of course, I can. It’s not my first ti facing them. Don’t worry," reassured by Ye Ranran’s words, Fan Rou felt warmth in her heart.
In this world, at least soone cared and cherished her.
Ye Ranran, truly a heartwarming person.
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