For the past half month, Aran hasn't contacted me, and I haven't dared to call her.
But I've been able to get some news about her from the nanny.
I haven't heard that Aran has been sick recently.
"Where can I get the tumor check report?" I headed straight to the service desk.
There's something in my heart that seems to be more important than revenge.
"Sir, which patient are you related to?"
"Bai Yiran."
"Han Yu?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Sir, we don't have a patient named Bai Yiran here."
A huge rock fell from my heart, and I walked quickly and embraced her tightly.
"Is your back still hurting? Can you sleep through the night?"
Maybe I held her too tightly because Aran struggled for a moment, then gave up, "I found something, let's talk in the car."
I was a little impatient in my tone.
I don't even know where this anger comes from.
Her words surprised me.
I thought we were going to get to the point of divorce, but now...
The doctor who did the paternity test is named Ye Shengwei. He was Li Daming's fellow villager. I checked Ye Shengwei's account and found that someone gave him a hundred thousand yuan a week ago. This person was the former manager of the company where Li Daming worked."
“There is also a record of this donation." It was densely packed with the bank account numbers of individuals and organizations who have been donating money to Li Daming over the past few years.
"Thank you." I looked at Aran's tired eyes. She must not have slept well in her search for this information.
Gratitude, guilt, and a complex mix of tender emotions swelled inside me.
Aran raised an eyebrow and said casually, "I'm a person with a sense of social responsibility. Don't be too moved. I'm just trying to give the deceased justice."
"Give the deceased justice..." I'm the deceased here.
This is the first time I've heard someone say they want to give me justice since my accident.
"This is Zhou Shuang's bank account number. Although the account has been closed, the bank must have records." Aran pointed to a string of numbers.
I remember this account number. It is indeed Zhou Shuang's.
Almost every month, she would anonymously donate ten thousand yuan as an individual donor, and this money would go directly to Li Daming's hospital account.
This is irrefutable evidence.
A warm hand was placed on my leg, as if something cold had melted away.
After I finished speaking, the car fell silent for a few minutes.
At last, someone knows some of my secrets.
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