As she was about to make a call, she hesitated for a bit, finally deciding to dial Mo Yaoxiong's number.
Master Mo's heart has always been in poor condition, and his health seemed to be degrading these past few years. Not long ago, he had been hoping for her to get pregnant quickly so she could bear him a great-grandson.
She didn't want to deliver such a blunt blow to the old man, considering she herself found the situation too abrupt.
Mo Yaoxiong's phone was quickly picked up. "Weiyi, what's wrong?"
"Dad." Mo Weiyi's voice was hoarse. "I want a divorce."
She looked at the man lying in the hospital bed, his pallid face staring back at her. It was unclear which of her words had struck a nerve with him, but his thin lips suddenly curved into a cold smile.
Mo Weiyi promptly turned her back to him, not wanting the man to see her face.
On the other end of the line, Mo Yaoxiong was clearly taken aback. "What?"
