In the room were also He Xing and He Yi.
All eyes were focused on the real Mrs. Xia— He Yingteng.
He Yingteng sat in the chair, her eyes evasive. For the past two days, she had been in shock. Her left cheek was dressed in gauze. There was a deep cut there made by Gu Shaocheng's knife, which might leave a scar if not healed properly.
The reality weighed heavily on her mind, a truth too shameful to voice.
Her mind churned, considering how to maintain the lie that had been kept for twenty years.
For the past two days, she had been troubled by this issue. If the truth were to be revealed, Gu Shaocheng would never spare her. He might indeed leave her to live a life worse than death.
She had always been afraid of death, coveting riches and honor!
In fact, over the years, she had considered the possibility of the truth being exposed someday. Hence, she had prepared arguments and made repeated mental rehearsals.