Shen Yanhe's brow furrowed as she laid the report on the desk and spread it out.
She scrutinized it carefully.
Upon seeing that the blood test initially indicated the presence of an unknown element, and later clearly stated that the Getrich toxin levels had decreased,
her heart sank, her grip on the paper tightened, crumpling it.
The same toxin was detected in the egg custard.
It was almost certain that the person who had poisoned Fu Yanhe was Jiang Yun.
Why?
She was Fu Yanhe's mother, after all.
Why would a mother poison her own child?
Shen Yanhe's mind was in turmoil, unable to find an answer.
She relaxed her grip on the documents in her hand, her brows tightly knitted, and sat back down, her gaze deep as she looked at the test report sent by Jiang Yifeng.
She was thinking.
Should she tell Fu Yanhe about this?
If she did tell him, would he believe her?
Even if Fu Yanhe and Jiang Yun did not have a good relationship, he was still her son, wasn't he?
