CHAPTER 883: CHAPTER 883: I WILL HELP YOU FINISH WHAT YOU COULDN’T FINISH (5)

Xiao Shulan caught the expression on the other person’s face and said happily, "It seems all mothers are the same. To tell you the truth, my daughter is also waiting for life-saving money right now. So, either your son dies or my daughter dies. Tell me, should I let your son die and take my daughter with him to the grave?"

Madam Chen let out a heavy breath, "Ruan Ruzhen would never have a daughter like you."

"I am my mother’s biological child!" Xiao Shulan roared fiercely.

"If she were alive, she would definitely –" Madam Chen’s head suddenly tilted to the side, as if she had died.

Xiao Shulan, seeing that she might have died just like that, was taken aback, and her hand certainly did not continue to strangle her neck. For a moment, Xiao Shulan was so anxious that she did not know what to do. If the other person really died but did not have time to tell her anything, wouldn’t she have failed completely?

Suddenly at that moment, bang, the front door was slammed open.

Chen Jiaming hurriedly walked into his own home. Upon reaching the living room, he saw, on the sofa, two intertwined shadows.

The face that had turned deathly pale underneath, wasn’t it his mother?

Xiao Shulan hadn’t expected Chen Jiaming to suddenly come home at this critical moment.

From what she knew, Chen Jiaming had indeed been staying outside and hadn’t returned to the Chen family home recently.

What was going on? Who informed Chen Jiaming she was here? Could it be that Madam Chen’s maid suddenly left to call Chen Jiaming? But even so, Chen Jiaming’s sudden quick return home was definitely not the case.

Xiao Shulan’s mind suddenly blanked out, unable to make sense of it.

Chen Jiaming, however, rushed over and pulled her off his mother in one swift motion.

Xiao Shulan tumbled down, falling onto the ground like a chopped green onion.

In an instant, she felt as if every bone in her body had shattered. She cried out in pain.

Chen Jiaming didn’t pay attention to her, only anxiously checking on his mother’s condition. He placed a finger under Madam Chen’s nose—thankfully, there was still a faint breath. He then took out his phone from his pocket, nervously dialing the emergency number for a doctor to come.

Xiao Shulan was now panicking, her eyes red with urgency. Watching Chen Jiaming on the phone, she feared he was calling the police to arrest her, but her first thought wasn’t to escape, thinking that at this moment, she’d probably not get far even if she ran.

With nothing left to lose, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the table.

The scissors, placed on the table, were used by Madam Chen in idle time for cutting flowers and pruning branches.

If Madam Chen had known they would be used as a murder weapon, she would certainly never have left them there. It’s hard to say if it was sheer coincidence or fate.

Having been revived by her son’s pinch on the philtrum, Madam Chen opened her eyes and looked past her son’s shoulder, seeing Xiao Shulan stabbing towards her son’s back with the scissors.

As a mother, what could she be thinking at this moment? Nothing at all. Madam Chen stood up abruptly, pushed her son aside, and stepped forward to shield him.

The scissors, just like that, went straight into Madam Chen’s raised chest.

Blood splattered like a blooming flower, staining the white hemp blouse Madam Chen wore.

Xiao Shulan’s hands became stained with the blood flowing along the scissors, the heat of it seemed to burn her, and she was about to fling them away when Madam Chen suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Ah!" Xiao Shulan screamed, and then, with shock overwhelming her, she suddenly foamed at the mouth and slumped to the ground.

Chen Jiaming, pushed away by his mother, nearly stumbled onto the coffee table. The force Madam Chen used shocked him, and caught off guard, he was unable to quickly turn around and deal with this sudden change. When he regained his footing and turned his head, what he saw was a horrifying scene that was hard to bear.