Chapter 932: Chapter 912: Don’t Take Me to the Police Station
Su Yan got up from the reclining sofa, looked around in search of Dr. Xu, and was shocked:
"Why wasn’t I informed about the substitution? Where is Dr. Xu? Who are you?"
An Haokang extended his hand, his calm demeanor tinged with a hint of mockery, as he stared at the woman’s gradually paling face:
"An Haokang. International First-Class Hypnotherapist, senior to Dr. Xu. It’s an honor to meet Mrs. Huo for the first time."
An Haokang!
This was the psychologist treating Jiayi?
He—he’s actually Dr. Xu’s senior?!
Su Yan’s heart jolted violently, an ominous feeling surfacing as her eyes widened. Pointing at An Haokang, she accused him, her voice trembling:
"You and Dr. Xu... what does this mean? Are you two trying to harm me? Did Chu Jiayi put you up to this? Aren’t you supposed to be doctors? Don’t you have medical ethics? Yet here you are helping her extract my secrets—what else have you done to help her?"
"We are doctors and indeed must uphold medical ethics. But we are also law-abiding citizens. When faced with a true murderer, we have a duty to help identify them," An Haokang replied with a shrug.
"You—" Su Yan’s legs went weak as if falling into a trap, bitterness surging in her heart. She clenched her teeth in fury. "Bastard! Just wait—I’ll ensure you can never practice in Yunling, no, in all of China—"
The door abruptly opened, interrupting Su Yan’s furious tirade.
A familiar middle-aged man stood at the doorway, his eyes cold like iron, utterly devoid of his usual respectfulness:
"Mrs. Huo, please move to the room next door."
Su Yan’s expression changed drastically—it was Huo Tianpei’s assistant!
The old man’s assistant? He’s here?!
Then, does that mean Huo Tianpei is here as well?
She shuddered, her legs turning to jelly. Before she could regain her senses, the assistant stepped forward, half-supporting and half-dragging her into the adjoining lounge.
The door to the room slammed open with a bang!
Terror-stricken, Su Yan was ushered inside by the assistant. Her eyes swept across the room to see Huo Tianpei seated in a wheelchair. On the couch behind him sat Huo Zhenyang, Jiayi, George, Dr. Xu, and several of Huo Tianpei’s personal aides.
And ahead of the group was a television screen.
The screen was broadcasting a scene—of the adjacent hypnosis room!
It was obvious. The hypnosis session just now—everyone had been watching!
This was a trap!
A meticulously planned trap to lure her into confessing!
Su Yan felt her entire body go cold, as though drenched in icy water. But she forced herself to swallow her fear, trying to keep calm:
"Tianpei, why are you here—"
She couldn’t afford to confess.
She couldn’t fall into their trap!
Perhaps nothing at all happened during the hypnosis!
But clearly, her last hope had been crushed.
Huo Tianpei turned his head, his expression as frigid as the depths of winter, his very presence suffused with a bone-chilling cold. Slowly, he stood up from the wheelchair.
Huo Zhenyang exchanged a glance with him.
The assistant hurriedly handed over a cane made of redwood: "Sir, let me help you—"
By now, Huo Tianpei could walk a few paces with the aid of a cane. He declined the assistant’s help and, leaning heavily on the cane, began advancing toward Su Yan.
Su Yan stared at him in fear, but before she could speak, Huo Tianpei raised his hand and slapped her across the face with all his strength!
A loud "slap" reverberated in the room, sharp and stinging!
Jiayi had never seen Huo Tianpei so enraged, yet she understood that this slap couldn’t even begin to ease a tenth of his fury.
Because the force of the blow was so great, Su Yan was sent sprawling backward, crashing to the floor. Ignoring the pain, she scrambled up, her face streaked with tears as she sobbed and begged: "Tianpei, what’s going on... I was just here to see a psychologist... If you feel that it’s wrong for me to keep you in the dark, I’ll apologize..."
As if nothing had happened.
Huo Tianpei’s blood pressure surged. Supported by two aides, he steadied himself. His voice trembled slightly as he rasped, "Dr. Xu, if you would."
Dr. Xu walked to the television and pressed a button to replay the footage.
Su Yan stared at the screen in utter shock.
On the screen, a woman lay on the recliner in the hypnosis room, her body writhing in torment, her breathing rapid and panicked as she spoke in a low, frantic voice:
"...You were the one who cursed me first, that’s why I hit you! I didn’t know a vase could kill you... Let me go... Go reincarnate and stop haunting me!"
"It was Huo Zhenxuan who forced me to do it! He forced me! I didn’t want to! As long as he’s alive, I can’t live in peace!"
...
The room fell into a stunned silence, the air heavy with the weight of their shared dread, every individual feeling a chill run down their spine.
Rewatching the footage, the pain and despair in Huo Tianpei’s eyes intensified, his disbelief palpable.
This was the woman who had cared for him so attentively over these past few years, always thoughtful and meticulous?
This was the young wife who had taken care of him day and night during his recovery in America, staying by his side without complaint and never resting until he was asleep?
Earlier, when Huo Zhenyang and Jiayi brought him to the psychology clinic, he hadn’t believed their suspicions.
But now, he realized that the person who had killed Xiaolei was none other than his wife!
The second son—dead from a police gunshot during a speedboat explosion—was also her doing, a trap she had orchestrated.
Those delicate, seemingly pristine hands of hers were stained with the blood of two people, one of whom was his very own son.
For Huo Tianpei, the death of the second son had been a devastating blow. Yet learning the truth now left him utterly shattered.
That night, she had acted traumatized, cowering in a corner and repeatedly apologizing to the air... He had always felt something was off.
And it turned out he’d been right.
Overwhelmed by rage, tears streamed down his gaunt, weathered face.
All he had wanted was to spend his remaining years with someone who genuinely cared for him, and he had been willing to use material comforts to compensate her for that companionship.
After all, there was such a significant age gap between them, and he couldn’t treat her as a younger, more vigorous husband might.
So, even when he noticed Su Yan’s growing ambition—her attempts to use Little Doubao to stay in the family and manage the Huo Family’s business empire—he had chosen to turn a blind eye.
If she wanted money, he had given her money. If she wanted power, he had given her power.
But he had never imagined she would betray him, doing such irreparable things behind his back—
"Want to keep watching?" Huo Zhenyang’s icy voice broke in after he’d watched enough of the spectacle.
Finally snapping out of her daze, Su Yan scrambled on her hands and knees, trying to grab onto Huo Tianpei’s pant leg:
"Tianpei, you wouldn’t believe just a few words from the hypnosis session to conclude I killed Xiaolei and harmed Zhenxuan, would you?"
An Haokang stuffed his hands into the pockets of his tailored trousers and walked forward: "Dr. Xu and I are international psychological professionals. I can professionally guarantee that hypnosis cannot alter the thoughts or words of the hypnotized. In other words, Mrs. Huo, everything you expressed under hypnosis represents the genuine thoughts buried in your heart. Our testimony is solid enough to stand up in court as evidence."
Su Yan trembled violently. Court...
Court...
Her eyes widened, filled with terror, her blood running cold. She froze momentarily, then flung herself toward Huo Tianpei, clinging to him in desperation: "I know you wouldn’t send me to the police—you couldn’t, right? I’m your wife, I’m the Huo Family’s matriarch. You wouldn’t throw me into the hands of the police and let the media run wild with this story, would you? If you hate me, if you resent me, punish me privately—whatever you want to do to me, I’ll accept. Just don’t send me to the police, please..."
