Fu Zhen stared at Mrs. Fu, astonished by the response, yet it matched her vague suspicions.
"The two people who died are the old friends your grandfather told us would visit," Mrs. Fu said, her hands on the soup bowl, her voice low. "I had reserved guest rooms for them, but they never got to stay. When they were murdered, I, who was eagerly waiting to entertain them, was watching from an upstairs window.
"Zhen Er, do you believe in retribution in this world?"
This voice sounded as if it was scraping Fu Zhen's insides, causing unbearable discomfort.
"I feel very guilty. I didn't expect anything in return from them; it was simply your grandfather's wish, so I valued it highly. But I couldn't prevent it from happening and let your grandfather's instructions down.
"Later, I often thought, if it were Miss Liang who saw everything from the window, she would have bravely stepped forward, right?"
