Chapter 390

Xia Xi and Xia Xuan had just reached the ward door when they heard Miao Cuixia's angry scolding.

"No need to call, they're here."

Xia Xi didn't knock, pushed the door open and walked straight in. Xia Xuan followed behind her, holding a fruit basket bought from a fruit supermarket outside the hospital.

After all, they were visiting a patient; although they didn't like Miao Yijia, they still had to keep up appearances.

Miao Yijia, lying on the hospital bed, froze upon seeing who had come, then showed a bit of unease.

Since the first time she saw Xia Xi, she felt this woman was not to be trifled with; facing her, she inexplicably lacked confidence, especially when those eyes fixed on you, it felt as if her thoughts could be seen through.

Xia Xuan set down the fruit basket, looked at Miao Yijia, her face expressionless, and asked lightly: "Are you still okay?"

Miao Yijia pressed her lips together, gave no answer, turned her face away, and refused to look at her.

Since she wasn't speaking, someone naturally spoke for her—Miao Cuixia, full of anger with nowhere to vent, saw Xia Xuan arrive and felt she had just walked into the line of fire; she pointed at Xia Xuan: "You still have the nerve to ask? It's all your fault!"

Xia Xi prepared to retort, but Xia Xuan pressed her hand down; she stepped forward and faced Miao Cuixia's questioning: "Who told you her miscarriage was my fault? Did she say it herself?"

Miao Cuixia was cowed by her unusually calm expression, swallowing her words. Previously she had only seen her timid and obedient side, never like this.

Xia Xuan's gaze skipped over her, looking at Miao Yijia with her back turned: "Miao Yijia, I originally felt some sympathy for you, but now I find you ridiculous. You say I harmed you—what do you want? To make Chen Songbai despise me and divorce me? If that's your goal, it's truly unnecessary. I've told you many times, I will divorce."

"Xiao Xuan, how can you speak like that? She's still lying here, just barely escaped death, her body hasn't recovered." Although Miao Mu didn't approve of Miao Yijia's behavior, she couldn't tolerate outsiders blaming her daughter: "You're supposed to be her sister-in-law—how can you say such nasty things?"

"Then when she interfered in my marriage, why didn't she treat me as her sister-in-law?" Xia Xuan nodded, gave a light smile: "Indeed, this can't be blamed solely on her; it's unfair—one palm can't make a sound."

Since her own daughter was at fault, Miao Mu had no grounds to defend her, naturally unable to argue.

Miao Yijia turned her head, tried to push herself up using the bed, but she had no strength and could only lie there, staring straight at Xia Xuan: "I know I owe you an apology; I've apologized, yet you refuse to let go, tugging at me, shoving me down the stairs, causing my miscarriage—how can you still act so nonchalant, twisting black and white here? Moreover, what happened between me and Chen Songbai wasn't intentional on my part; it was an accident!"

Xia Xuan: "Who's really twisting black and white? If I truly wanted to harm you, I should have been the one to summon you out; today, you were the one who called me out, I didn't want to engage, yet you sent a message. At the park, you grabbed my wrist—I didn't use any force at all."

Miao Yijia: "You dare call the elderly folks in the park to confront us? They all saw!"

Xia Xuan fell silent.

The morning-exercising elders were several meters away from where they talked, unable to see clearly, only able to make out a rough impression, judging by feel that they were tugging—actually only Miao Yijia was pulling her.

Miao Yijia felt smug inside but put on a look of heartbroken despair: "Why aren't you speaking? Do you have nothing left to say?"

She had deliberately chosen to meet Xia Xuan in the park, knowing there would be witnesses; by calculating the distance, those witnesses wouldn't see details clearly, but could tell she and Xia Xuan were arguing.

Normal people wouldn't imagine she would harm herself; they'd just push the blame onto someone else.

Xia Xuan pointed out: "They're that far away—how could they possibly see details?"

Miao Yijia gave a bitter smile, tears welling: "No matter what, you have your reasons. Rest assured, I won't hold you liable, demand compensation—after all, this child wasn't even expected by his biological father. I'm lucky to have saved my life; you might even wish I'd died with the baby."

Hearing her say that about herself, Miao Fu felt uneasy and stepped forward: "Xiao Xuan, you're reasonable; the matter between Yijia and Songbai is their fault toward you, you're the victim, but I've looked into it—they'd been drinking that day, not intentionally erring; I can understand your resentment, your dislike of Yijia and targeting her are understandable, but you shouldn't have harmed her. She's carrying a child, as she said, a slight mishap could cost both lives."

Xia Xuan: "I said I didn't push her."

Chen Songbai gripped her shoulder, looked at the two sets of elders surrounding the bed: "I trust Xia Xuan."

Those five words stabbed into Miao Yijia's heart like a knife, her tears streaming: "You believe her, not me, not the facts? Chen Songbai, your child is gone, you can finally be rid of me—are you pleased?"

She clenched the blanket with her fingers, knuckles whitening, losing reason, left only with resentment: "Even if the child is gone, don't think you can shirk what you've done to me, Chen Songbai—you must take responsibility for me, for life."

The entire ward fell eerily silent.

Miao Mu wanted to urge her to calm down: "Yijia..."

Another voice interjected: "Is your child really Chen Songbai's?"

Everyone looked at Xia Xi in surprise, including Miao Yijia lying there; she wasn't just surprised, she also felt a flicker of panic.

Xia Xi had some evidence in hand, but it could only prove that Miao Yijia had spent a night with another man before the accident with Chen Songbai; it couldn't directly prove the child was someone else's, nor could it prove she and Chen Songbai hadn't been intimate.

Although her suspicion leaned toward nothing having happened between Miao Yijia and Chen Songbai and the child being someone else's, aside from Miao Yijia herself, no one knew.

She had originally planned to find a suitable opportunity to trick Miao Yijia, but before she could, the child was gone.

However, Miao Yijia's consultation with a doctor about abortion could serve as evidence.

Miao Yijia: "You… what do you mean?"

"Literally." Xia Xi, now also unable to worry about much else, saw Miao Yijia devoid of reason, determined to pin the miscarriage on Xia Xuan; she couldn't stand by and watch Xia Xuan be wronged: "You had relations with a man named Zhong Yifei at a bar—why didn't you say? Just days before your accident with Chen Songbai, whose child is it really?"

Miao Yijia widened her eyes, breath caught; Xia Xi's rebuttal was beyond her expectation, completely throwing off her rhythm: "You're talking nonsense!"

"Whether I'm spouting nonsense, you know better than anyone." Xia Xi said, "Since I dare lay it out plainly, it shows I have evidence, not just making things up."

Miao Yijia's heart panicked even more; she didn't know what evidence Xia Xi had.

The several elders looked at each other, unsure what to say.

Xia Xi ignored everyone else's reactions, fixed her gaze on Miao Yijia, looming over her with an imposing aura: "You decide—will you speak yourself, or shall I produce the evidence? You're like this now; I also don't want to appear as if I'm bullying the infirm."

With Chen Songbai present, Miao Yijia could never admit it; she shook her head: "I didn't, you're lying."

Miao Mu sat beside the bed, gripping Miao Yijia's hand: "What on earth is going on?" Having raised her, she knew her daughter's nature; seeing her like this, Miao Mu could tell she was forcing herself.

Miao Mu guessed something, wanting to preserve her daughter's dignity: "Whatever it is, we'll talk later; you need to rest now—I'll have the others leave first."

Miao Yijia shook her head more vigorously: "She's lying; I don't know any Zhong Yifei, and I've never been to a bar."

Xia Xi leisurely pulled out her phone, found the surveillance video she had copied from the bar earlier—the very clip she had shown Zhong Yifei—in the frame, Miao Yijia and Zhong Yifei kiss, cling to each other in a sticky embrace, then go upstairs to a private room.

Ignoring her discomfort, Miao Yijia struggled to sit up and lunged to snatch Xia Xi's phone.

Xia Xi stepped back, not even letting her touch the hem of her clothes.

Miao Yijia reached out: "That's fake, you're smearing me! Xia Xi, to clear your own sister's name, you'll do anything—the video is something you had someone forge!"