Ji Longtai believed Ji Qingyao would not return.
So he intended to squeeze out the last bit of value from her.
He had only signed a consent form for the handling of her remains, but how did it escalate to severing ties completely?
Ji Longtai frowned and took a step forward. Just as he was about to call out to the two young men to ask something, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly echoed from the inner room.
"Mom!"
Mrs. Ji's expression changed drastically, and she rushed inside.
Once inside, her expression turned to horror. "Qingwei!"
Ji Qingwei lay on the ground, her face pale, blood continuously trickling from the corner of her mouth, pooling on the floor.
"Qingwei, what's happening?" Mrs. Ji was frantic, her hands trembling. "Quick, drink your medicine."
She fed her a bowl of medicine, but Ji Qingwei's complexion remained pale, with not even a hint of color returning to her lips.
