Luo Hai was hit by a storm as autumn steadily progressed.

Traces of cold air seeped through the white window frames and entered the hospital.

Wen Ya had recently endured a hellish experience, but there was a faint smile on her face. Yuan Tangzhong lay on the hospital bed on the opposite side of her. He managed to survive after undergoing an emergency operation that lasted 14 hours.

“Are you still alive?” murmured Wen Ya. Her forehead was bandaged with gauze. She wore a striped hospital gown that was identical to his. Her abnormally pale complexion made it look as though she had just returned from the underworld.

The bedridden man could only move his eyes while the rest of his body was rendered motionless. He stared at Wen Ya.

“I was really worried that you were dead. I wouldn’t be able to tell you this if that was the case!”

Wen Ya moved a chair over and sat down. Her body was feeble and exhausted, but she was still incomparably strong beneath the surface.

“You’re probably only alive today because you need to be punished!” Wen Ya did not think that she was going too far. After all, she was the victim in this situation. Nevertheless, she still wanted to vent her anger.

“I bet you’re wondering why I came over to speak to you. Well, I’m here to tell you a story.”

Wen Ya spoke softly, but the smirk in the corners of her eyes was bone-piercingly cold.

Xue Meiwei had returned home to rest as she had stayed up throughout the night. Additionally, Wen Ya had sent the young nurse away. The nurse assumed that there would be no problems since there were surveillance cameras around.

“Three years ago, a young woman in the Zong He Psychiatric Sanatorium met an uncle from her foster family for the first time. This woman had led a miserable life. She was also suffering from a psychological disorder known as the Electra complex!”

Wen Ya shifted her gaze toward the man on the bed while she spoke. He was still conscious despite being paralysed. Wen Ya knew that Yuan Tangzhong understood her because his contracted pupils told her that he was terrified.

“The young woman was in love with her uncle. She didn’t care about anything else. She was young, beautiful, and lively. Her lustful uncle couldn’t resist her despite knowing that she was mentally ill. On the surface, he seemed like an extremely earnest political leader in Luo Hai. However, secretly he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Wen Ya paused before she chuckled.

“Don’t get riled up, father!”

Wen Ya yelled ironically. The bedridden man’s breathing seemed more frantic now. He opened his lips while saliva trickled out.

“The woman slept with her uncle. She was ecstatic but also slightly afraid when she discovered that she was pregnant. She was happy because she assumed that the old man would marry her. However, she was also worried that other people would discover their improper relationship!

“Of course, I was very much in awe of her uncle because he spared no effort to conceal everything. He hid the young woman in an expensive apartment once she was discharged from the mental hospital. This was the secret place where they used to meet in private. In other words, he had bought an expensive home for his beloved mistress.

“Her uncle removed all the surveillance cameras in this apartment to ensure their safety and privacy. He also wanted to prevent people from sneakily taking photos of him when he went to the apartment to meet with this woman in secret!

“However, the woman couldn’t endure the loneliness. While she was pregnant, she met another woman whom she believed she could trust. She shared her worries with her new friend. Regrettably, her friend was actually her lover’s daughter-in-law!”

When Wen Ya said this, she felt grateful that they shared the same psychologist.

Wen Ya had suffered a severe mental illness after she miscarried. At that time, Zhao Ruoxin who was pretending to be “Shu Qinger” had also been forced to visit a psychologist…

“Father, I’m sure you already know who this story is about. You’ve probably also realized that there’s a reason why you’re alive today. Am I right?”

A sense of irony was hidden behind Wen Ya’s bitter smile. As Yuan Tangzhong’s pupils widened, the numbers on the heart rate monitor were thrown into chaos…