Chapter 1180

Baili Xia really didn’t want to cry, she had been holding back her tears the whole time.

But her voice was stuck, unable to utter a single word, and in the end, she could only stand there, still desperately trying to hide her sorrow.

She never claimed to be anyone’s daughter or granddaughter; it was all said by them.

They found her and brought her back, but now, for no apparent reason, they’re accusing her of being a fraud.

She is not a fraudster; if there’s any deceit, it’s them deceiving her!

“Grandfather, perhaps there has been some misunderstanding in this matter,”

Mu Xiaoyao usually never speaks much at family meetings.

But now, seeing Baili Xia like this, he couldn’t help standing up, standing by her side.

“There is no misunderstanding. I have investigated this matter thoroughly, and furthermore…”

Sir Baili paused, something flickering in his eyes, as if he was hesitant to speak further.

However, it seemed there were some things he couldn’t say, so he changed his reasoning.

“I have found a way to prove that An Ran is indeed Sir Baili’s granddaughter; there is no doubt about this matter, so no more discussion is needed.”

With Sir Baili saying so, it can only mean that he’s absolutely certain.

As for how he’s so confident, even if he doesn’t spell it out, his word alone carries enough weight.

Just as Baili Xia said, in the matter of finding Baili Yang’s granddaughter, he cares more than anyone else, is more serious and even anxious.

If he wasn’t completely sure, he wouldn’t casually announce that Baili Xia was an impostor.

“Even if Ning Anran is Baili Yang’s granddaughter, none of this is Xiaxia’s fault,”

Finally, Mu Xiaojiu, who had been quietly sipping tea on the sofa without a word, spoke nonchalantly.

The moment he spoke, Ning Anran, who had been silently weeping with her head down, immediately lifted her gaze, staring intently at his handsome face.

Even Baili Xia, who was still choking up, turned back to look at her silently.

As things developed to this point, Uncle had not said a word earlier, and she was almost in despair.

She might not be Baili Yang’s granddaughter, but the affection between her and Uncle is real.

He had remained silent just now, not uttering a word; did he know how disappointed she was, how much it hurt?

Now that he spoke up, asserting that none of this was her fault, his single sentence was more comforting to her than a hundred others could be.

Baili Xia looked at him blankly; she no longer wanted to refute or explain anything.

Now, she just wanted to leave this place and be with Uncle.

But Mu Xiaojiu didn’t look at her; his gaze met Sir Baili’s, and his words were still indifferent.

“If I remember correctly, Dad, after you brought Xiaxia back, everything was told by you, did Xiaxia ever speak about her own origins?”

“She…” Sir Baili found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to continue.

It seems…

that girl really never said anything.

“In the matter of her origins, Xiaxia, more than anyone, is clueless; she has no clear understanding of her own background,”

Mu Xiaojiu still spoke calmly, while Mu Dongyu and Mu Haoguo seemed to want to say something but couldn’t find an opportunity to interject in this matter.

After all, they themselves didn’t know about this affair, as she is someone else’s granddaughter, not from the Mu family, so they never investigated.

It seems Jiu didn’t speak wrongly; everything has been a monologue by Sir Baili himself.

Mu Xiaojiu looked at Sir Baili, showing no intent to blame, simply stating the facts.

“In this regard, Xiaxia is like a blank sheet of paper, whatever color it takes, it’s all been painted by you, Dad.”