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Mrs. Qian held her breath, terrified that speaking a single word might lead to her death.

Yaen Jutan's voice was as cold as ice: "How did she get the injury on her head?"

"It wasn't me, I didn't hurt her!" the old nanny insisted repeatedly.

Mrs. Qian quickly nodded in agreement, glancing toward the burly man and signaling to Yaen Jutan