The moment she woke up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiyuan, thank goodness you're okay." Lin Wanqin wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and said, "If something had really happened to you, I wouldn't know what to do."
"Mom, I'm fine. It was just an accident," Ye Xiyuan said, forcing a smile. "I'm fortunate; nothing serious will happen."
Despite the smile on her face, her eyes betrayed a coldness. Faced with her family again after the recent incident, she felt no warmth.
When the threat of death loomed, her so-called family had remained passive. It became clear that in the future, she needed to prioritize her own well-being.
Unaware of Ye Xiyuan's thoughts, Lin Wanqin's expression turned serious. "This wasn't an accident. Li Qiaomeng really repaid kindness with ingratitude. If it weren't for our help, she wouldn't have been released from detention. Now that she's out, she treats you like this."