Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Mu Zi walked down the stairs step by step.

The white stone steps are distinct, and because they want to create the effect of a waterfall of flowers pouring down, the angle of this step is a bit steep. Once it falls, it is indeed easy to be dangerous.

Because of this, wooden handrails are erected on both sides and in the center of the ladder. If you walk slowly, it is safer.

Mu Zi steadily walked back and forth on the stairs two times.

Finally, sit on the steps to rest.

Squinting to look forward, it is the house where Mrs. Duan lives now.

Different from Mu’s small western-style house, the house where Mrs. Duan lived was originally the house where the servants lived. In order to cater to the garden atmosphere and scenery, the exterior of the house was beautifully painted, but in fact, the interior decoration is very ordinary. It is definitely not a place where the head wife should live.

But now, Mrs. Duan moved in with the children, and blocked the front and back doors, so no one was allowed to approach.

If it weren't for realizing that her life was threatened, why did Mrs. Duan come here? Could it be that she really got persecution delusion?

...It is not impossible that two children died in succession, and the stimulus was so great that they would lead to the assumption of being harmed.

The windows of the house in front flashed suddenly.

Mu Zi frowned.

The curtains were drawn...

Mrs. Duan noticed that someone was watching the house, so she closed the curtains? She is so defensive to the outside world.

Mu Zi couldn't help but sigh.

Regardless of whether Mrs. Duan was really persecuted and delusional, her experience is very sympathetic.

Mu Zi got up and went down the stairs and walked to the house where Mrs. Duan lived.

There was a servant who was sweeping the floor. Seeing her walking by, he said without surprise: "Don't waste your time, Madam won't open the door."

Mu Zi asked curiously: "Mrs. Duan hasn't come out, how can she and the baby eat?"

The servant raised her chin and motioned to her to look under the door--

There is a small door under the door, but that is...that is a door for pets.

"Madam will call us if she needs anything. Things will be passed in through the small door. If it is too big, it will be placed at the door. When there is no one, the lady will open the door and move in by herself." The servant said.

"How long has Mrs. Duan lived in?" Mu Zi asked.

"I moved in when I came back from the hospital." The sweeping servant sighed, "It's almost four months."

"Mr. Duan didn't think of a solution?" Mu Zi was surprised. "You can't live in it all the time. The baby needs to get along with his father more."

"I have thought of many ways. I have looked for the police and the doctor. Once Mr. Duan was too anxious and was about to dismantle the door. As a result, Mrs. Duan immediately fired a shot and said that Mr. Duan wanted to kill her. Just die with the child."

Mu Zi was dumb, looking like this, Mrs. Duan's mental state was on the verge of collapse.

Can you really take care of your children in this state?

She looked at the house in front of her deeply suspiciously, did not approach any more, only walked slowly around the house, faintly audible, and there was a woman humming a lullaby.

The voice was very gentle, full of love and care.

Mu Zi felt like she had missed something...

Thinking about it, she saw in the distance, Zhuang Jia was standing on the stairs of the tulip garden, waving at her.

Mu Zi walked over immediately and couldn't help saying: "Be careful, this ladder is very steep, be careful to fall down!"

"You absolutely can't think of..." Zhuang Jia looked nervous, walked to Mu Zi, and said in a low voice, "There are too many suspects! Duan's housekeeper is loyal to Mr. Duan's ex-wife, and he can't get used to the new wife, Duan's family. Mrs. Duan’s driver has been deducted from his salary, and has always held a grudge, and Mr. Duan, it turns out that they are divorcing recently..."