The name made Song Yaya flinch, again. Hatred seeping through her eyes! Her jaw tightly clenched.
Lu Zhi Hao finally stepped forward, his voice low but firm, echoing with finality. "That's enough."
Everyone turned to him.
He looked at Song Yaya, and for the first time in years, there was no warmth in his eyes. No lingering pity. Just cold resolve and nothing else.
"You abandoned the family when I needed you the most. You didn't return now for reconciliation but for gain. You have no remorse, no shame—just entitlement. But my sons are not blind. They have seen who stood with them, and who didn't. Your blood does not entitle you to their love—or their loyalty. You should know that, and I won't stop them if they want to reconcile with you, but I won't let anyone subject them to pain."
"Zhi Hao…" she whispered, tears finally streaming down her face. "We were once married… I had my own reasons."
