Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan felt complicated and upset.

There are such heartless biological mothers in the world.

She felt even more sorry for Bo Ye, wondering how he had managed to grow up with such a cold-hearted mother.

My father severed ties with the Bo family, and my mother is that kind of person.

Bo Ye is also pitiful.

What's the difference between her and someone who has no parents?

“I told her, but Madam doesn’t believe me at all.” The maid sighed. “That’s just Madam’s personality. Besides, today is her day for worshipping Buddha. Miss Jiang, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. If I speak up for you again, Madam will let me go with you.”

Jiang Ruan's last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

She looked up. The weather wasn't good today; it was gloomy overhead, but it was nothing compared to the darkness in her heart.

She looked at the maid and said sincerely, "I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Get up quickly."

Jiang Ruan's eyes were filled with tears, and her legs had long been numb from kneeling. Her skin was delicate, and she was wearing a short dress, so her legs were in pain as she knelt on the bumpy stone road.

But she still didn't want to give up.

Xu Yun, Bo Ye is your own son.

Jiang Ruan was both angry and furious.

She even felt an urge to rush in and confront the impeccably made-up, aristocratic socialite.

Betrayed by her husband and left with nothing, estranged from her own son—did she really never consider that it was her own fault?
Xu Yun wouldn't see her, so kneeling there was no use.

Jiang Ruan's mood plummeted to its lowest point.

She braced herself with her hands on the ground, and as soon as she moved her legs, a wave of soreness and numbness surged up instantly.

She couldn't help but fall back down.

"Ouch!" Jiang Ruan cried out in pain.

"Miss Jiang!" The maid couldn't bear to see her like this, so she quickly opened the door and ran out to help her.

He helped her up from the ground, saying, "Slow down."

"Thank you," Jiang Ruan said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain as she stood up straight.

Jiang Ruan pushed away the maid's arm and took one last look at the villa, the old residence of the Bo family. It was decorated with unparalleled luxury.

But in her eyes, it was no different from a cage.

Jiang Ruan turned towards the car with a sarcastic smile and icy gaze.

She could barely stand, and limped over, her back straight because of her stubbornness, looking both pathetic and miserable.

The maid watched as she limped to the car door and drove away.

I couldn't bear it.

But there was nothing she could do; she was just working for the Bo family.

She can't afford to lose her job because of it.

The maid glanced at it one last time, then turned and went back inside.

—

After returning to the castle villa, Jiang Ruan found all the people she knew and called them one by one.

She asked in a humble tone if she had any connections in the government and if she could help her find the passenger list for the flight that flew to South Africa on the 18th.

The answer was always no.

Sister Qin also hit Jiang Ruan.

Sensing something was off about her tone, Sister Qin asked her, "Did you know anyone on that plane?"

Jiang Ruan, fighting back tears, replied, "Yes."

Sister Qin sighed: "You know our circle. No matter how big your status is, you might be considered big in the entertainment industry, but it's difficult to get in touch with people in the government."

"Please accept my condolences, my dear. As the old saying goes, you never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. The deceased is gone, but we must live well."

Hearing the words of comfort, Jiang Ruan felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Her voice was already hoarse from talking so much, and it was terribly hoarse: "Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruan looked at the last few calls remaining on her phone screen.

She knew all of these.

She's not doing as well as him.

How could they possibly have contact with people on the government side?