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Yin Yao pushed her wheelchair out with a deathly pale face, her eyes filled with a profound hatred.

If not for today, she would have forever believed that the car accident was just an unfortunate incident. She would have remained blissfully ignorant, letting that bastard roam free.

Chapter 65

"I'm here."

Mu Xingwang's triumphant smile froze as he gazed at the girl in the wheelchair, his expression stunned.

No... It couldn't be.

Wasn't Yin Yao overseas? How could she possibly be here?

Back then, when Yin Yao was bedridden and paralyzed, Mu Xingwang had pretended to be deeply affectionate, declaring that he wouldn't abandon her due to her disability. Upon seeing her vulnerable and regretful expression, he had barely managed to restrain himself from revealing a victorious grin of revenge.

The Yin family, too, had been unaware of Mu Xingwang's true feelings, and they all now regretted their decisions.

All believed that Yin Yao had missed out on a truly exceptional man.

Yin Yao herself held the same sentiment.

Mu Xingwang observed her suffering in a torment of guilt and regret. Eventually, he turned away, pretending to be hurt by yet another rejection from Yin Yao, and never set foot in the hospital again.

Mu Xingwang had planned to keep the truth hidden from Yin Yao for their entire lives, letting her suffer in guilt and remorse forever.

Little did he expect that the truth would suddenly be revealed by a fortune-teller, a young one at that.

Mu Xingwang forced a smile. "Yin Yao, when did you return to Hong Kong? Why didn't you give me a heads up?"

"Notify you?" Yin Yao gripped the armrest tightly, wishing she could tear this beast apart with her own hands. "To notify you so you can harm me again? Or perhaps kill me?"

It had been many years since she last saw Mu Xingwang.

When was it exactly?

Probably around a year after her legs were paralyzed.

Once, Yin Yao believed that Mu Xingwang genuinely cared for her, feeling guilt when he visited her. The person she had rejected still came to see her, offering words of encouragement.

Turns out, it was a twisted obsession to revel in her suffering?

Yin Yao struggled to control her trembling hands. If she could stand up at this moment, she would stab Mu Xingwang without hesitation.

"Don't falsely accuse me of harming or wanting to kill you without any evidence," Mu Xingwang said with indifference, no longer bothering to maintain his facade now that his actions were exposed. Admitting guilt? That was impossible!

Unless he was insane!

Yin Yao's face paled from anger, her legs too weak to support her. All she could do was furiously slap the armrests, propelling herself forward with each impact towards the road.

"You dare say that the girl the Master mentioned wasn't me? You dare claim you didn't harm me?"

She attempted to turn her wheelchair to confront her perpetrator, but pushing as hard as she could only resulted in the wheels getting stuck.

Mu Xingwang watched the comical scene with mocking disdain. "Harm you? Harm a cripple? Present your proof if you have the ability, but don't falsely accuse an innocent person without it."

The word "cripple" left his mouth repeatedly.

Each word pierced Yin Yao's heart.

The wheelchair wobbled precariously.

She loosened her grip on the wheels and muttered, "Evidence."

The law only recognized evidence; it couldn't sentence Mu Xingwang based on the words of a fortune teller.

After the incident years ago, the driver had served a few years in prison for intentional harm. Even if they found the driver, there was no guarantee that they would be willing to help identify him.

What should she do?

Was there truly no way to deal with Mu Xingwang?

A sinister smile gradually spread across Mu Xingwang's face. "That's right, produce the evidence."

He was confident that the only witness, the driver who had taken his money, would never betray him.

So many years had passed since the incident.

It was practically a fairy tale for Yin Yao to find any evidence.

The more Mu Xingwang thought about it, the more pleased he became. "If you can find the evidence, not only will I apologize, I'll even kneel down. But if you can't, then just shut up."

Wei Yanlin helped push Yin Yao up to the stall from the slope.

Yin Yao looked up dazedly and gave Wei Yanlin a weak smile before turning to Chu Yuening. "Master, I'm very grateful that you've shown me the truth today."

"Otherwise, I might have died without ever knowing why my legs were paralyzed."

Chu Yuening had great tolerance for girls, but if she hadn't predicted this outcome, she would have found even mentioning Mu Xingwang's name repulsive.

"Do you want to see what becomes of Mu Xingwang?"

Yin Yao was taken aback for a moment before nodding, then shaking her head with a bitter smile. "Master, so many years have passed. I know it's almost impossible to find evidence to punish that scumbag."

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

She didn't dare to hope for it.

Even if Mu Xingwang admitted guilt, would her leg recover? The American doctors had given only a slim 5% chance, and after six years of rehabilitation, she had come to accept the harsh reality.

Mu Xingwang slapped his thigh in laughter. "That's right, if you accuse me of committing a crime, then present your evidence."

He then thumped his chest for the crowd's benefit. "Everyone knows I'm a good man. I'm often seen at charity events. How could I possibly break the law?"

"You seem rather smug. Don't tell me you really have no evidence?"

Chu Yuening spoke, counting on her fingers as she did so.

She could faintly envision the events of that day.

"You made your confession with a large black mobile phone?"

Mu Xingwang froze, instinctively denying it. "No, what mobile phone? I don't know what you're talking about."

In fact, he had indeed brought a mobile phone.

After being rejected, he had been too embarrassed and furious, storming into the bathroom with the device in hand.

"As you entered the restroom, you made sure no one else was there. The conversation that followed... it was not meant to be overheard by a second person," Chu Yuening said with a composed expression.

Mu Xingwang gradually broke into a sweat and tugged at his knitted collar around his neck.

Recollections of events from many years ago resurfaced in his mind as Chu Yuening continued her recount.

When Mu Xingwang had shut the door to make the call, a student, urgently needing to use the facilities, had knocked persistently. Finding the door unresponsive, the student eventually went to the adjacent women's restroom.