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The courtroom lights were glaringly white, and Zhao Mingyuan stood at the defendant's stand, handcuffed, his wrinkled suit long devoid of its former elite aura.

As the judge read the final verdict, his face twisted bit by bit until it completely crumbled.

"Fraud, forgery of documents, intentional injury, multiple offenses punished as one, sentenced to twelve years in prison."

Li Yuan collapsed on the spot, only prevented from falling to the ground by the bailiffs holding her up.

But Zhao Mingyuan suddenly erupted, his handcuffs clashing against the railing with a piercing sound.

"It's all your fault!"

His eyes protruded as he roared at his parents sitting in the audience, "If you hadn't suddenly gotten sick and been hospitalized, if you hadn't been blackmailed by that bitch Xu Jing!"

His father clutched his chest, staggering back, while his mother's lips trembled, as if seeing her son for the first time.

The judge banged the gavel three times to stop this farce.