Chapter 1121 The Real Murderer Emerges 6

There was a test report on the table.

Tang Yaoyao took a look and said, "You have advanced gastric cancer and you have a son who is 10 years old. I finally understand why you were abandoned by your husband's family and fled abroad."

Hearing this, the widow's eyes were filled with tears. The fatal scars were revealed, and all the bitterness came out.

"What does it have to do with you? I didn't do anything. Don't frame me. If you dare to touch me again, I will sue you and make you pay compensation!"

Tang Yaoyao sneered, "Oh, are you trying to scam me?"

"I have a video of your son hitting my fiance's car. Guess, if we go to the police station, who will suffer, us or your son?"

The widow froze, then looked at Aqiang and saw that he was stupid and crying again, his eyes were red, his nose was running, and he looked dirty.

She was disgusted, clenched her fists, and said ruthlessly: "Then you can take him away. He is not my son and has nothing to do with me. He did something wrong and it has nothing to do with me. You can put him in the police station and don't let him out. He will only drag me down!"

Aqiang didn't care what the widow said at all. Perhaps he was used to hearing it often. He just wiped his nose with his sleeves and muttered: "I won't let anyone bully you, mom, I will protect you!"

Watching Aqiang protecting his mother, the widow looked indifferent and was not moved at all.

The wild flowers on the ground, which were the Mother's Day gifts prepared by the madman, seemed to have become a joke.

"Mom, are you feeling better? Are you in pain? Mom, if Aqiang grows up, it will be fine, and mom won't have to work so hard!" Aqiang cried and wiped his tears. He could help his mother share a lot.

The widow was very indifferent at first, but her heart was not made of iron. Aqiang's words touched her.

Aqiang's mind was only ten years old.

Pursing her lips, tears were rolling, forbearing to collapse, and turned her head away, not looking at Aqiang's face.

Mother and son are connected by heart, they are blood relatives.

Aqiang is a fool, and he is also her son.

"I will fight you, fight! No one is allowed to hurt my mother!"

Aqiang suddenly stood up, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Tang Yaoyao.

Fortunately, Jiang Ci was in front and kicked Aqiang away.

Aqiang fell to the ground under the force.

To prevent him from attacking again, Jiang Ci stepped on his shoulders and held his head.

Aqiang struggled on the ground and screamed in pain.

The widow's heart tightened, her face was gray, and her eyes were fixed on Aqiang.

Seeing his wound split open, blood spitting from the corner of his mouth, biting his lips: "Let him go, let him go, come to me if you have any problems, I won't live long, kill me, kill me!"

The atmosphere was solemn for a while, mixed with darkness and heaviness.

Poverty and death from illness are the disasters that poor people cannot escape.

Money is not omnipotent in this world, but it will definitely become a devil in people's hearts.

Tang Yaoyao looked at Aqiang who was screaming in pain on the ground. He was a fool who couldn't tell right from wrong, but he loved his mother very much.

He lacked love, so he knew the hardship better and loved his relatives more.

He was simple, and stupid.

But he was a fool, so don't even think about asking him for anything.

Tang Yaoyao stared at the widow coldly again. She didn't hate her child so much, and she couldn't really abandon a piece of flesh that fell from her body.

But she also had a child, but she forgot that other families also had children.

She hurt her father and her fiancé.

Unforgivable.

"Killing you is too easy for you. I also want you to taste the feeling of separation of flesh and blood." Tang Yaoyao was merciless and asked someone to pick up Aqiang.