"Mom... What did you just say? Did you say, you switched Xinlan’s birth control pills?"
Rong’s mother hesitated, nodding fearfully as if she might have misspoken, "Yes, I had Lao Gu change them. I did it for your sake. If she had a child, you would be held in even higher esteem by your grandfather. What’s wrong, is something not right?"
"Lao Gu!" He stood up abruptly and bellowed, his voice extremely frightening.
"Young Master, what’s the matter?!" Lao Gu hurried over, asking anxiously.
Rong Shaoze’s face was ashen, his gaze frighteningly cold, "I’m asking you, when did you switch the Young Madam’s birth control pills?"
Lao Gu was scared by his demeanor and quickly looked to Rong’s mother.
Rong’s mother urged her, "Speak quickly!"
At times , it was best to go along with his temper. Otherwise, if he got angry, no one could control him.
Lao Gu shivered and recalled, saying, "It was that time when Madam came, and then the next morning when I cleaned the Young Madam’s room, I switched the birth control pills with vitamin tablets... The date was..."
Suddenly she caught sight of the photo in Rong Shaoze’s hand, pointed at the date on it and said, "Right, it was the day after that date. I still remember that the night before, the Young Madam came back very late."
Rong’s mother immediately understood, she was so foolish. How could she have only realized just now that the timing was so coincidental?
"Shaoze, this timing is too coincidental! Look, could it be that someone is playing tricks?"
She hesitated, then suddenly said, "Xinlan’s child, is it really yours?"
Rong Shaoze slumped into the chair, his body looking utterly drained.
He covered his eyes with his hand, his expression extremely desolate and sorrowful.
Rong’s mother’s face changed slightly, and she hurried over to hold his shoulders, "Shaoze, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare Mom, what’s the matter with you?"
Her son, who had never shed a tear from childhood to adulthood. She was truly worried that if he cried, how could he cry?
His tears were so precious.
"Shaoze..." Rong’s mother’s voice choked up a little.
"Mom." He lowered his hands, his eyes even more bloodshot, staring blankly ahead. He forced a smile and said numbly, "I killed my own child with my own hands. It was my child that I killed, not someone else’s."
"Shaoze, don’t be , it’s just a child gone. You’ll have as many children as you want when you get married. Don’t be sad, Mom doesn’t need a grandchild, Mom just needs you."
He slowly looked at his mother, seeing the concern on her face, he opened his mouth but held back what he wanted to say.
He wanted to say: Actually, Xinlan’s child was killed by both mother and son together.
But he couldn’t say such a thing to hurt his mother, nor did he have the right to blame her.
"Shaoze?" Rong’s mother saw him zoned out and called him softly with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine." He stood up, his steps stiff.
He was quite tall, towering a good deal higher than Rong’s mother as he stood.
As his unsteady body fell backwards, Rong’s mother cried out, trying to support him, but was instead brought down under his strong frame, ending up beneath him.
"Young Master! Madam!" Lao Gu let out a shrill scream, rushing to help the collapsed Rong Shaoze.
"Quick, someone, help!"
A few servants rushed over, lifting Rong Shaoze onto the sofa.
Lao Gu went to help Rong’s mother, "Madam, are you alright?"
An agonizing pain shot through Rong’s mother’s ankle.