Mo Weiyi was quiet all the way home.
Rong An kept glancing at the rearview mirror as she focused on the road.
When they arrived at the Lishui Bay Villa, Mo Weiyi instructed the servants to take her suitcase to the guest room.
It was very late. As she entered the bathroom and took off her coat, she noticed that her neck was splattered with blood, so was her white undershirt.
The sight was horrifying.
Looking at the blood, Mo Weiyi seemed to relive the moment when the man pressed her against the door.
His gaze was deep and stormy, a clear sign of his anger.
Mo Weiyi didn't understand. If he were so ready for her to talk to his grandfather about divorce, why would he get so angry when she brought it up? Angry enough to cough up blood?
**
The next morning.
Aunt Zhou was preparing the thermos.
