Song Qingya watched her coldly, the corners of her lips curling into a scornful smile.
"You know better than anyone if I'm falsely accusing you. If you really dropped the pillow by accident, why did you stumble back three steps in fright when you saw us come in, your hands trembling? If you have a clear conscience, why did you shrink back?"
"And another thing—Dean Yuan. Just a moment ago, his heart monitor suddenly showed severe fluctuations, his blood pressure plummeted, and his breathing became erratic. All of this happened right after you changed his nutritional IV bag! Is such perfect timing really a coincidence? With the evidence stacked against you, are you still going to deny it? Still going to play innocent?"
