CHAPTER 884: CHAPTER 884: I WILL HELP YOU FINISH WHAT YOU COULDN’T FINISH (6)

His mother sat on the sofa, her chest straight as if she were a sculpture, facing in some unknown direction.

"Mom—" Chen Jiaming fell to his knees, reaching out, wanting to embrace his mother.

Mrs. Chen did not collapse, she just continued to sit there, her limbs stiff.

Finally hearing the commotion, the housemaid, the old cook, and others hurried over to help. When they saw the scene in the living room, they were shocked and burst into tears on the spot.

"Madam, madam—"

Mrs. Chen’s statue-like posture remained unchanged.

Everyone gathered around Mrs. Chen was stunned by her appearance, not daring to approach.

It wasn’t until the family doctor arrived, having received Chen Jiaming’s plea for help, that he saw the scene. He gently pushed through the crowd to the center and lightly touched Mrs. Chen’s eyelid.

Mrs. Chen closed her eyes, and her whole body finally slumped down.

Holding his mother in his arms, Chen Jiaming was already in a daze.

Dead? Just like that?

She died even faster and more inexplicably than his father, without any reason or cause.

No, he knew very well why it had all happened.

At that moment, Chen Jiaming lifted Mrs. Chen up and glanced at Xiao Shulan lying on the ground, still foaming at the mouth like a dead person, and said to the doctor, "Save her, and inform the police."

"Yes—" The group of people cried uncontrollably.

Chen Jiaming carried Mrs. Chen, with the scissors still stuck in her chest, through the crowd and directly into her favorite bedroom, laid her on her bed, and covered her with clothes.

Then, he pulled up a chair and sat beside his mother’s bed, looking at Mrs. Chen with her eyes closed, just as if she were simply sleeping.

Tears kept falling uncontrollably from his eyes. But he didn’t make a sound, just opened his lips and said to the forever-sleeping Mrs. Chen, "Why did you have to do this—"

Why?

Why use your own life as the price, willing to abandon your son and leave on your own first?

He couldn’t understand. He would never understand.

His insides felt like they were being clenched by a hand, torn apart by a knife.

"Mom, you—you’re so cruel—"

Money, this root of all evil, before it was created by humans, perhaps humans never imagined this thing could grow into such a terrifying monster, eroding humanity.

Gu Nuan couldn’t sleep well all night, always feeling that something was going to happen.

Even though she called Chen Jiaming to warn him in advance, some things, no matter how much you guard against them, are hard to prevent. Just like when she left Gu Sheng, she never thought that goodbye would be forever. Nor could she have expected that the day she went to bed, her husband simply went back to his own home and never returned.

By dawn, it wasn’t even five o’clock, and it was still dark.

Gu Nuan got up and just heard Wa Zicong, who also hadn’t slept well all night, standing at her door talking on the phone with someone.

"Really? So you’re saying there was indeed a big incident at the Chen household last night—" Wa Zicong frowned, but a thought flashed through his mind: she truly seemed to have foresight.

How did Gu Nuan predict what others couldn’t perceive?

"Did Director Chen not make it home in time?" Hearing the events unfold this way, Wa Zicong’s eyes dimmed slightly, and he said to the other party, "Please tell Director Chen, some things, as a son, he’s done his best, but still powerless; that’s something that can’t be helped. He can only think about how to let the deceased rest in peace in the future."