"Ah Ru..." Old Madam Ji's body trembled, looking pitiful like a lamb ready for slaughter with a knife at its throat.
But Ji Rui knew this woman was not as weak and pitiful as she appeared on the surface; in fact, calling her cold-hearted wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It's just that she always hid it well, so her dear husband, Mr. Ji, always thought she was a gentle and virtuous woman.
Ji Rui had always thoroughly ignored this woman. If she hadn't repeatedly provoked him recently, he probably wouldn't have even glanced at her until her death.
Two bodyguards went over, forcefully taking away the struggling Old Madam Ji, bringing her to the lounge at the end of the corridor. In the corridor, only Housekeeper Li and Mr. Ji's two personal bodyguards remained, aware of the impending crisis, they all lowered their heads, not daring to move.
Ji Rui looked up at the surgery lamp that was still on, "Tell me, how did my father fall?"
