"You have twice attempted to harm their lives," Fu Tinghan said to Zhao Yi, who glared back defiantly, "Once, it was when she fell off the horse."
"Your mother intended to take her life. She was the pillar of the family branch. If she died, her mother would collapse, leaving only Second Son, who was foolish and impulsive. Even if Grandpa Zhao left him some servants and wealth, could he protect it? Never mind living freely."
Zhao Yi said, "I will take care of Second Son."
Fu Tinghan sneered, "When Second Son entered the room with you earlier, he kept avoiding you, fearing you somewhat. A fool's memory is the best; how did you treat him before? That was when he had his grandfather, mother, and sister protecting him. Can you believe you will care well for Zhao Erlang?"
Zhao Yi opened his mouth.
Fu Tinghan stepped forward and whispered, "Do you think he is happy to be protected by his sister's killer?"
Zhao Yi's face instantly turned pale.
