C7 Obviously She Was also a Victim!

Mu Yanchen swiftly caught her raised wrist, pulling her down onto the sofa while simultaneously unzipping her down jacket halfway.

"I never owed her anything, not once! I kept silent and bore all the grievances because I loved you! Now... even if I die a hundred times over, I will not concede."

Her words were brief, but Yeh Xirann's demeanor shifted from anger to calm.

On the day of the accident, Mu Wenxuan, for some unknown reason, insisted on accompanying her. The car aimed for her, but due to the slippery snow-covered roads, it spun and crashed into the guardrail...

Mu Wenxuan was more severely injured than she was, to the point where the doctors doubted she could ever conceive or bear children. How could Mu Yanchen let go of the resentment when the woman he cherished had suffered so greatly?

He had nearly exhausted all his connections searching for the person responsible, but all evidence pointed to a mere accident.

And this accident... was caused by her, Yeh Xirann!

Perhaps to ease his conscience, Mu Yanchen directed all his hatred toward her, forcing her to carry the blame and live unworthy of respect.

But where was her fault? She was a victim too!

This time, Mu Yanchen wasn't provoked by Yeh Xirann's words. Instead, his icy gaze held a trace of perplexity.

Stripped of her bulky down jacket, the slender silhouette of her form-fitting undershirt was revealed.

It was then that Mu Yanchen realized why he hadn't felt the effort when he had tossed Yeh Xirann onto the sofa. Her face may have appeared gaunt, but it was nothing compared to the shock of her emaciated body. One could see the outline of her skeleton through her clothes...

Having braced herself for another lashing from Mu Yanchen's biting tongue after her outburst, Yeh Xirann was surprised when he instead released her. She quickly sat up and wrapped herself tightly in her clothing.

"Since you're so convinced of your innocence, prove it to me. Until you clear your name, if you flee or die... I'll make Yeh's Embroidery and Yeh Xizhe pay for your actions," Mu Yanchen said with a chilling detachment, his gaze as icy as frost. "You're aware of what I'm capable of. Consider your next move carefully."

"Mu Yanchen, if you dare to harm my brother again, do you really think I won't..."

Yeh Xirann's furious stance and her harsh words were suddenly cut off by a knock at the door.

Kuan Yue, having just finished his work, hurried in and paused, taken aback at the sight of Yeh Xirann.

"What's going on?" Mu Yanchen inquired, his face betraying no surprise.

"Miss Mu called to say you weren't answering her calls... She's feeling unwell, and the driver has already taken her to the hospital."

Mu Yanchen rose quickly, his expression tense as he snatched up his phone, which had been face down on his desk.

Over thirty missed calls!

Annoyed, he clenched his car keys and strode out the door, not even sparing a moment to address Yeh Xirann.

Dealing with Mu Wenxuan's affairs was always a hands-on task for Mu Yanchen, and Kuan Yue seldom got involved, especially not in these situations.

As Mu Yanchen stepped into the elevator, Kuan Yue's expression eased, and he turned to Yeh Xirann with a comforting smile.

"I heard you woke up a few days ago. I've been on a business trip and couldn't visit sooner, but you seem to be recovering nicely." Kuan Yue spoke to Yeh Xirann with the warmth of a friend rather than the formality of an acquaintance.

Yeh Xirann's life had been challenging, and Kuan Yue did what he could to lend a hand, though his ability to intervene was limited.

After all, it was her personal and family affair, and he was merely an employee.