Ye Hao could vaguely make out the sounds of someone sobbing when he returned home and he knew that Wang Lanâs parents were sobbing in his house.
He could have kicked them out of his house since he had already divorced Han Xue but he didnât do so.
He couldnât deny the fact that Wang Lan had worked for the Ye family for four years and that she had met her untimely end because of her work here.
It didnât matter whether Wang Lan had gotten too greedy for her own good, or did not know where her limits were; the Ye family had to take responsibility for her death.
Wang Lanâs parents immediately approached him after he walked into the living room. They stood in front of him and seemed as though they wanted to stop him from going any further.
However, they did not curse him as they had done the previous time.
âMr. Yeâ¦â Wang Lanâs mother Chen Meifeng said as she tugged on his sleeve. âPlease refrain from protecting your brother Ye Yi. A life for a life; he deserves to rot in hell,â she said as she bared her teeth. Her bitter hatred toward Ye Yi was clearly written on her face. Wang Lanâs father continued to wipe at his tears as he stood by her side.
They couldnât see any point in living now that they had lost their daughter.
They were neither rich nor powerful, so this was the only way they could force the Ye family to ensure that their daughterâs case would be fairly treated in court.
Ye Hao blinked and suddenly, tears came out of his eyes.
He could understand why they were doing what they did. They had just lost their only daughter and this was a pain that was worse than death.
âDonât worry. Ye Yi will have to pay for his crimes. The police are already extradited him, so heâs currently back in the country and is locked up in jail. No one will be able to release him,â Ye Hao said gravely.
He couldnât bring himself to shield and forgive his brother since his brother had reaped what he had sowed. Ye Yi had committed so many crimes; his father had pulled some strings to prevent him from getting sentenced for dealing arms and drugs, but he had not learned his lesson. He had even gone so far as to commit murder, destroy the body, and also asked his men to deliberate transmit infectious diseases. He deserved to be sentenced to death for his crimes and was not worthy of sympathy.
Wang Lanâs parents hugged each other as they wailed and their wails echoed throughout the halls of the Ye mansion for a long time.
Ye Hao didnât know how to comfort this devastated couple. Thus, he took out a cheque, scribbled 5 million dollars on it, and told Meng Lin to pass it to Wang Lanâs parents as their retirement fund.
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Xia Jingshu sat in a wheelchair and stared blankly into space in a room upstairs. The plate of food in front of her had grown cold. It had been three days since she had last eaten, so she looked like she was paralyzed.
âIs my mother still refusing to eat?â Ye Hao asked Aunty Wu who was in charge of caring for his mother.
Aunty Wu shook her head. She had tried all sorts of methods but had failed to get Madam Ye to consume any food.
Ye Hao waved her off and said, âGo downstairs and get the chefs to prepare some congee.â
His mother would die if she continued to starve herself.
Ye Hao entered the bedroom and walked right up to his mother. He crouched down and placed a hand on her shoulder.
âMom, why donât you get something to eat? Your health will be affected if you continue to starve yourself,â Ye Hao said as he looked at her lovingly. He saw that his mother looked very haggard; her complexion was unnaturally pale, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as though they had no life left in them.
Xia Jingshu shook her head.
She wasnât refusing to eat but she had no appetite. She couldnât even bring herself to eat one mouthful of food.
Ye Haoâs spirits sank. His mother wasnât the only person who had a loss of appetite recently; he found that he couldnât bring himself to eat either. However, he still continued to force himself to eat. Unlike the rest of the residents in his house, he couldnât afford to give in to his emotions and anguish.