There are too many things from twenty years ago that are not deliberately concealed, but too many things have a hidden scene.

"How the hell did my mother die?"

Ke Zhenhao's questioning voice came from behind him.

Ke Yixuan turned around suddenly, and his panicked eyes collided with Ke Zhenhao's cold eyes.

"Zhenhao."

"Tell me, how the hell did my mother die?"

Back then, my father told me that my mother died of a serious illness, but now what is the matter with my uncle's mouth.

"Zhenhao, it's time for you to know what happened back then."

The matter has slowly surfaced, and it can't be hidden, Ke Yixuan decided to tell Ke Zhenhao all the truth.

"Zhenhao, your mother is indeed terminally ill and incurable, I tricked Wanniang to study it, and Wanniang reluctantly wrote it to me secretly."

"I was told not to use drugs without authorization, and the consequences of increasing the dose would be unimaginable, but the eldest brother just increased the measurement, and your mother's physique was too weak, so she went early."

Ke Yixuan said that Ke Zhenhao's father bathed his mother according to the proportion of the secret recipe.

The mother's complexion improved slightly, and the father was very happy, thinking that the mother might get better faster if he increased the amount appropriately.

So I secretly increased the measurement, my mother's breath was extremely weak, and the medicine was too violent, and my mother suddenly convulsed non-stop, and she never moved again for a long time.

"Nonsense, Du Xiaowan's little one has come back to life, why did my mother die, there must be something wrong with that recipe, it must be."

Ke Zhenhao went crazy and said that there was something wrong with the prescription given by Wan Niang.

"Zhenhao, there is no problem with the prescription given by Wan Niang, it is exactly the same as the one in Du Xiaowan's hand."

Uncle Tang vigorously argued that Wan Niang, like Du Xiaowan, has an unforgettable memory.

"You talk nonsense, you are interceding for her, because you love her, but my mother, you killed her."

When a person loses his mind, everything is right and wrong.

Ke Zhenhao couldn't listen to any explanation at this moment.

"Young master, why do you say that about my mother?"

Du Xiaowan's tears were full of tears, it was not her mother's fault, but she relied on her mother.

"Zhenhao, be sober, it was me and your father back then, and it has nothing to do with her."

"Hahaha, what Uncle Cousin said was so easy, you were the only one left in the world back then, should I believe it?"

In the events of that year, Ke Yixuan was the only one left among the three people, how could the one-sided words be convincing.

Ke Zhenhao's rebuttal is not wrong, no one can prove that the mother ended her life early because of her father's fault.

Let the individual you and I quarrel endlessly.

Unexpectedly, after many years, the truth is not as comfortable as the fake appearance.

"Young master, it's not Miss Wan's fault."

The three of them looked behind them in unison, and Uncle Wang stood behind them.

"You're talking about Uncle Wang."

Ke Zhenhao's brows were tightly locked, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Young master, what the master said back then is the truth."

"No way, no way, you're all lying to me."

Ke Yixuan did tell the truth, Uncle Wang was in the house back then, and Uncle Wang knew all this clearly.

Ke Zhenhao couldn't believe how his father could be so ridiculous.

"Zhenhao, your mother almost killed her in childbirth on the day she gave birth to you, and she finally picked up half of her life."

"I don't want you to cry day and night, but I can't find the cause, your mother is in a hurry and can't afford to get sick."

Ke Zhenhao remembers that his mother did lie in bed all day long, occasionally going out for a walk, and barely supporting her body.

His mother rarely accompanied him, and he often secretly lay on the side of his mother's bed and watched his mother sleep.

I knew that my mother was asleep that day and didn't wake up.

And because of Wanniang's appearance, during that period of time, Ke Zhenhao rarely had time to cry.

Now that I think about it, maybe it's because Wanniang also has the same fragrance as Du Xiaowan.

"Uncle Cousin, I don't want to listen anymore, I don't want to listen to it."

Ke Zhenhao is a seven-foot man, and he no longer wants to control his tears.

Du Xiaowan took a tissue and wanted to wipe away Ke Zhenhao's tears, as soon as she touched Ke Zhenhao's face, Ke Zhenhao's bloodshot eyes looked at her with a black hole.

"Du Xiaowan, you have to accept the punishment for your mother, I won't let you go."

The corners of Ke Zhenhao's mouth twitched a few times, and his scarlet eyes were as fierce as a beast seeing its prey.

Du Xiaowan didn't expect that the grievances of the older generation would make her pay.

However, Ke Zhenhao knew the truth, and he still couldn't let go of his mother's death in his heart.

Ke Zhenhao put down this sentence fiercely and brushed his sleeves away.

The three people in the courtyard looked helplessly at Ke Zhenhao who was far away.

Du Xiaowan was sad, there was nothing wrong with her, but it was like a big mistake.

"Xiaowan, Zhenhao can't accept the facts for a while, you can be more considerate."

Uncle Cousin wanted to persuade Du Xiaowan, but it felt like Du Xiaowan could forgive everything.

"I understand? Cousin, then tell me, who will understand me? ”

"Xiaowan, I'm ......" Uncle Tang wanted to say but stopped.

"A secret recipe, when did your Ke family care about other people's feelings? Isn't my mother dead? ”

"I'm suffocating here, are you just talking? Let me ask the Ke family, is my Du Xiaowan's secret recipe enough to repay the debt owed to your Ke family, so how should you pay off what you owe my mother. ”