For the first time, the father and son felt jealous of Lu Liangwei.
Why were they not the ones in the carriage?
How lucky that girl was to be able to sit in the carriage with her mother.
Lu Tingchen turned and saw his father's handsome but downcast face. He paused, then pulled on the reins and drew closer to him. "Dad, what exactly happened back then? Why did you and Grandmother say that Mother died?"
Lu Hetian's face clouded over even more, looking thoroughly dispirited. Looking at his son's youthful face, he realized that the boy had grown up and that there were some things that he could no longer hide from him, so he said, "Back then, your mother committed suicide by jumping off a cliff…"
Lu Tingchen tightened his hold on the reins. "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
