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Chapter 1181 - Chapter 1181 Chapter 1183 Man-made Disaster (3)

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183: Man-made Disaster (3) Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183: Man-made Disaster (3) Qin Zhigu was equally direct. He blurted out, “Dad, I want to ask you, was my uncle’s death a natural disaster, or was it foul play?”

As Qin Zhigu spoke, Qin Weijian was about to pick up the porcelain cup on the table to drink from it. The moment Zhigu said those words, Weijian’s grip on the cup faltered, spilling tea leaves and water all over the table. The cup rolled off onto the floor and shattered with a loud “crack.”

Qin Weijian tried to pick it up, but as he bent over, he seemed to forget that the porcelain had shattered into sharp edges like blades, which sliced a large gash into his palm, from which blood immediately began to flow.

Kong Jie was startled, and even Qin Zhigu himself was shocked. The wound was so large, and the flesh was flayed open with blood continuously dripping. Zhigu could not bother with it any longer and hurried out to call a servant, “Do we have medical supplies at home? My dad has accidentally cut his hand.”

Soon, the servant brought bandages, alcohol swabs, and hemostatic medicine. Others cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces meticulously. Kong Jie, with her own heart racing with worry for her husband, suggested, “Shouldn’t we go to the hospital to have a look? Your condition seems rather serious. Don’t you need a tetanus shot?”

Qin Weijian just shook his head, lips pressed tightly together, his complexion quite pallid.

After a chaotic moment, when the room was tidied and Qin Weijian’s wound had been dressed, and fresh water was poured, Qin Zhigu closed the door once again, leaving only the three of them in the room. Before Zhigu could speak, Kong Jie pleaded with him, “Zhigu, your dad has hurt his hand now. Can’t whatever you have to say wait until later?”

“So, Uncle’s death really does have something to do with Dad, doesn’t it?”

Throughout his life, Qin Zhigu saw his father as overly stern, seldom jesting, and somewhat aloof. There was only one time he saw him panic, which was five years ago, when Qin Zhiyou used his “corruption” to pull him down from his throne at Hanhai.

But back then, it was more anger than panic, unlike now–with even a hint of fear in his eyes.

Seeing his father in such a state now, Qin Zhigu was certain that at the very least, his father knew something about the past incident. It was hard for even Qin Weijian himself to accept, let alone Zhigu.

The father he had always respected, admired, and even feared somewhat, might really have been involved in his uncle’s death? Did he–murder someone?

“Dad, tell me the truth, was it you… who did it? Did you, kill Uncle?”

“Shut your mouth!” This time, it was Kong Jie who slapped Qin Zhigu, just as she had slapped Qin Zhizha. Zhigu had inherited his temper from his mother. Over the years, Kong Jie never had the heart to scold her children, much less hit them. But today was definitely a first-time occurrence!

“Do you realize what you’re saying? How can you make such baseless accusations against your dad?”

“Then tell me the truth. If you’re not guilty, why does everyone want to hide it from me as soon as I mention it?” Qin Zhigu had a kind of naive persistence. He had always thought that his father simply coveted power, but he had never imagined that there would be such secrets!

His outcry rendered the two adults in the room instantly silent. Kong Jie looked towards her husband. Qin Weijian kept his head down, staring at his bandaged hand, not uttering a word.

“I know, back then, Uncle went with Dad to Vancouver. I also hope that Dad’s hands are clean of blood, so tell me, what exactly happened at that time?”