Chapter 975 - You Might Get Your Own Son into Trouble (1/2)

Chapter 975: You Might Get Your Own Son into Trouble

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Meanwhile at Master Yao Lao’s place, Wen Jie got a text alert on her phone. When she saw it, she dropped the bottles of medicine on the floor and broke them all.

Wen Jie lowered her head and looked at the shattered gla.s.s. One of the gla.s.s pieces had actually cut her skin, causing her to bleed.

Wen Jie could feel her hands trembling and her heart burn. She could barely even stand.

“Wen Jie,” Master Yao Lao quickly went to Wen Jie and helped her sit down on her bed. “What’s wrong?” asked Master Yao Lao as she took Wen Jie’s pulse.

Wen Jie didn’t take her phone, but it didn’t stop her from reading the message on the screen.

[I would give you an answer no matter who owes you.

Gu Tianmu]

Wen Jie felt exhausted all of a sudden and her forehead was full of sweat. “I have already hidden it my whole life. What’s the point in facing all of it now?” Wen Jie smiled helplessly and mumbled.

Master Yao Lao let go of Wen Jie’s hand. Since not many patients would come at this time, Master Yao Lao sat down next to Wen Jie to talk to her.

“You are stressing too much. What is it that bothers you?”

“All of us would have been dead in another few years, and the truth would have been concealed forever. What’s the point of him planning all this?” Wen Jie closed her eyes as she spoke, like she was extremely exhausted.

Master Yao Lao was clueless as to what she was talking about but judging from the time she spent with Wen Jie, and also from Gu Juexi’s att.i.tude, she believed in Wen Jie.

“Retribution for sin is inevitable. What is owed to you will be repaid to you,” said Master Yao Lao as she cleaned up the broken medicine bottles.

Wen Jie leaned towards the table weakly. She didn’t need justice. She had lived with this secret for dozens of years, what made him think that she still cared about it? Why was it necessary for him to seek justice for her?

“Why, Ye Shu?” Wen Jie mumbled as a tear ran down her cheek.