CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: RECOVERING THE MEMORY OF THE CAR ACCIDENT

Ye Ningwan handled the hospital discharge procedures early in the morning and took a taxi back to the Zhan Family.

Unexpectedly, the servants at the door actually stopped her, awkwardly apologizing: "Young Madam, the Young Master has said that you are not allowed... You...?"

"Not allowed to enter the house?" Ye Ningwan asked.

The servant nodded.

Ye Ningwan took a deep breath.

Still not calm after a whole night?

It seems this time, he is genuinely very angry.

"I called the Young Master, he said I could go in." Ye Ningwan lied without blinking.

The servant indeed looked hesitant, unsure whether to believe her.

At that moment, Housekeeper Wu came over.

Seeing Housekeeper Wu, the servant sighed in relief and quickly said, "Young Madam, you’d better talk with Housekeeper Wu!"

Housekeeper Wu was the household manager and could decide whether she could enter.

Ye Ningwan felt a burst of happiness.

Usually, her relationship with Housekeeper Wu was good; he likely wouldn’t block her.

But who would have thought, before she could even speak, Housekeeper Wu said with a stern face: "Young Madam, please leave at once, the Young Master does not want to see you anymore."

Ye Ningwan frowned, even Housekeeper Wu wouldn’t help her.

"Housekeeper Wu, let me in, I will explain to the Young Master." Ye Ningwan tried desperately.

Housekeeper Wu remained resolute.

Not only did he refuse to let Ye Ningwan in, but he also instructed the servants to quickly dismiss her, as if her mere presence at the doorway would soil the Zhan Family grounds.

Ye Ningwan was furious: "Housekeeper Wu, I have always treated you well, isn’t this too much?"

Housekeeper Wu said, "Young Madam, I’m sorry, this is the Young Master’s order. You better leave! Don’t put me in a difficult situation."

Ye Ningwan’s expression turned grim.

She wasn’t without temper; Zhan Hanjue was being so heartless.

Fine, if she must leave then she will, does he really think she can’t live without him?

"Miss Ye, please stop."

About to leave, Mrs. Chen suddenly approached, calling her coldly.

Ye Ningwan initially felt joy, followed by frowning.

Calling her Miss Ye?

Such politeness?

She used to be called Young Madam.

Indeed, Mrs. Chen’s expression no longer carried the former respect and warmth; her face was cold, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

On closer inspection, there was even a hint of disgust.

Ye Ningwan frowned deeply.

What on earth was happening?

What had occurred?

Zhan Hanjue rejected her; it might be due to last night’s incident.

But there’s no reason for Mrs. Chen to behave this way toward her.

Unless, even Old Mrs. Zhan had rejected her, causing Mrs. Chen to treat her like this.

"Mrs. Chen, the Young Master said to let the Young Madam leave, I will immediately send her away." Housekeeper Wu said urgently.

Mrs. Chen coldly responded: "Old Mrs. Zhan wants Miss Ye to come over."

Housekeeper Wu looked troubled: "But the Young Master said not to allow the Young Madam inside today."

Mrs. Chen glanced at Housekeeper Wu: "The Young Master is currently with Old Mrs. Zhan, and even he cannot disobey her command. Housekeeper Wu, I see that your term as housekeeper ends here."

Housekeeper Wu’s expression froze and he could only lower his head.

He seemed to regret not having dismissed Ye Ningwan earlier.

Ye Ningwan watched from the side.

She had just thought Housekeeper Wu was heartlessly turning against her, insisting she leave.

Now she felt perhaps she had misunderstood Housekeeper Wu.

"Miss Ye, please come this way!" Mrs. Chen said again.

Ye Ningwan had no choice but to follow her inside.

Whatever it is, it’s better to know than be left confused.

Ye Ningwan followed Mrs. Chen to Old Mrs. Zhan’s residence.

She had been here many times and should be familiar.

But walking this path today felt somewhat unfamiliar.

When she finally followed Mrs. Chen inside, she saw several others in the living room.

Mrs. Leng was there, as well as Leng Ziqing.

Unexpectedly, even Ye Pengcheng and Ye Henghui, father and son, were present.

Seeing her enter, everyone displayed different expressions.

Zhan Hanjue’s face was especially grim, but he stood beside Old Mrs. Zhan, seemingly wanting to greet her but was stopped by Old Mrs. Zhan.

"Mr. Ye, tell everything you know!" Old Mrs. Zhan said coldly.

Mr. Ye nodded, glanced at Ye Ningwan, and slowly opened his mouth: "Originally, I wasn’t planning to reveal this matter. However, as one’s life nears the end, kindness emerges in one’s words. At this point, if I continue hiding it, I will be too sorry to the Zhan Family."

"What do you want to say?" Ye Ningwan asked.

Apparently, he acknowledged his illness was beyond cure, and prior treatments were merely delaying time.

So he planned to extort her before dying?

Mr. Ye looked at her and snorted: "Ningwan girl, perhaps you have forgotten. But it was our Ye Family who first went over to find you, clearly remembering. You were at the dirt mound, far away from the car; being so young, how could you have crawled there alone? So someone must have brought you over. And the first car to explode was the Zhan Family’s. During that car accident, Zhan Changwen might not have died. Zhan Hanjue chose to save you, forfeiting the chance to save his own father; such an important fact you could forget."

Ye Ningwan’s face turned pale.

She immediately turned to Zhan Hanjue, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She had forgotten that memory.

Was Ye Pengcheng speaking the truth?

Suddenly, she recalled a dream she had long dreamt of.

The once vague dream, under Mr. Ye’s reminder, gradually became clearer.

The things in that forgotten dream slowly took shape.

It was a big brother who had pulled her from the car and carried her to the dirt mound.

He seemed to want to return to save his father, but at that moment, the car exploded.

"Hanjue, is what he said true?" Old Mrs. Zhan questioned harshly.

Zhan Hanjue’s expression turned dreadful.

Mrs. Leng chimed in coldly at this point: "I’ve suspected this matter long ago. Why was Zhan Hanjue able to escape, but Changwen couldn’t? Back then I questioned Zhan Hanjue, you even defended him, saying his eyes were injured, he lost his father, so pitiful, how could one bear to question him? Now you know! Your precious grandson, for the sake of a girl, gave up his own father."

Old Mrs. Zhan swayed, tears welling up in her muddled eyes.

"Grandma."

Zhan Hanjue, heartache, hurriedly wiped her tears.

However, Old Mrs. Zhan pushed his hand away, scolding angrily: "Zhan Hanjue, you are the one who killed your father."

Zhan Hanjue swayed, kneeling with guilt.

"Grandma, I’m sorry."

A slap resounded.

Using all her strength, Old Mrs. Zhan struck Zhan Hanjue’s face.

After hitting him, she also collapsed, panting heavily on the seat.

Mrs. Chen quickly handed her a pill to take.

"Old Mrs. Zhan, calm down, don’t harm your health."

Old Mrs. Zhan’s tears flowed again; the grandson she loved for so many years had killed her only son.

How could she not be angry?

"Grandma, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, the fault of both Zhan Hanjue’s face."

Ye Ningwan also came over, kneeling in front of Old Mrs. Zhan, alongside Zhan Hanjue.

She remembered everything.

It was she who begged Zhan Hanjue to save her.

It was her fear that made her cling to Zhan Hanjue’s leg, not letting him go.

If not for her, Zhan Hanjue might not have missed the best opportunity to rescue his father.

It turned out, she owed Zhan Hanjue so much.