Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 873 - 873 859. Who is the dead girl (1)

Chapter 873: 859. Who is the dead girl? (1) Chapter 873: 859. Who is the dead girl? (1) Mo Xiao’s face was cold and silent, while Bai Jue spoke calmly, “The situation has temporarily stabilized.”

“That’s good.” An Zhonghui said, feeling relieved.

Standing beside Zhou Qi, Zhao Xuan’s eyes flickered with a hint of nervousness as she occasionally glanced toward the operating room.

“When can my grandfather fully recover and be discharged from the hospital?” An Chong asked.

Bai Jue replied, “Although the situation has stabilized, An Patriarch’s condition is quite serious, and he still needs to be hospitalized.”

Upon hearing this, An Zhonghui and the others’ expressions slightly darkened.

At that moment, the An Patriarch was wheeled out on a stretcher.

An Zhonghui rushed over impetuously, causing the doctors and nurses to be pushed aside.

“Dad!”

“Great-grandpa!”

“The patient now needs peace and rest.” Seeing the doctors dare not speak up, Bai Jue coldly reminded, “Don’t delay the doctors from taking the Patriarch back to the ward.”

“Make way.” An Zhonghui ordered.

Zhou Qi and her group stepped aside, and the doctors and nurses hurriedly wheeled the stretcher away, with Zhao Xuan and others following.

Jian Qing’s arms were crossed as she watched the retreating backs of Zhou Qi and her group, a deep meaning flitting through her eyes.

“Sister, who do you think it is?” Jian Luo asked.

It’s hard to guard against a thief in the family, and the waters of the An Family are truly murky.

Chronic poison, that’s really ruthless.

“Heh!”

Jian Qing laughed coldly, “We’ll know who it is soon enough.”

If the old Patriarch is unharmed, the one who poisoned him will surely act again, and as soon as the poisoner becomes impatient, they will reveal themselves.

“Let’s go and visit the ward too.”

Jian Luo and Mo Xiao nodded, and the three of them asked for the location of the ward. Just as they reached the door of the ward, they heard a noisy conversation inside.

“Zhonghui, you saw Jian Qing’s attitude just now, acting as if we were the ones who harmed the old Patriarch. She always denied belonging to our An Family, but as soon as the old Patriarch gave her property, she changed her tune and started calling him ‘great-grandpa.’ It’s clear she’s after the An Family’s fortune.”

“Yes, dad, you heard Jian Qing just now. How could she say such outrageous things? We’re family, would we really harm grandpa?”

Outside the door, Mo Xiao’s expression darkened as he pushed the door open.

“Who’s calling whom a ‘dead girl,’ and who’s after the An Family’s fortune, hm?” As he spoke, his frosty gaze swept over everyone, lingering especially on Zhou Qi and An Rong.

“Big brother!” An Rong was startled, meeting his icy eyes, she quickly lowered her head and hid behind Zhou Qi.

Jian Qing’s expression was indifferent, completely unaffected by what Zhou Qi and the others had just said, and she made her way straight to the old Patriarch’s bed.

The old man’s thin cheeks, his cheekbones protruding, were like a withered leaf, his breathing extremely weak.

Jian Qing looked on, a sourness welling up in her heart.

“I hope not to hear those words again from now on, or else don’t blame me for being impolite,” Mo Xiao warned coldly as he walked in.

Meeting his icy gaze, Zhou Qi’s breathing halted.

“Azhe, you…”

“Alright, Dad’s still lying there, can’t you be a bit more well-behaved?” An Zhonghui tugged at her sleeve and gave her a warning look.

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you all something.” Jian Luo leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning everyone, a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.

“The reason the old Patriarch vomited blood and fell unconscious this time is because someone poisoned his food with a chronic poison.”

With the enemy hidden and themselves exposed, startling the snake out of the grass might just be a good method.

Before the words had ended, everyone was shocked.

“Poisoned?”

An Zhonghui stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

“Are you telling the truth?”

Jian Luo’s eyebrows quirked as he counterquestioned, “Can this kind of thing be joked about?”

In a corner, upon hearing Jian Luo’s words, Zhao Xuan’s spine stiffened, and cold sweat continuously brewed in the palm of her hands. She hung her head slightly, her gaze a bit evasive.

“Poisoned, is there a way to cure the poison?” An Chong asked.

Jian Luo stood upright and, while walking to Jian Qing’s side, said, “The poison can be cured, but it’s difficult for great-grandfather, given his age, to fully recover.”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions varied.

“The mansion’s security has always been very strict. How could someone have poisoned him?” An Zhonghui said with an angry face and a deep voice.

“Achong, you go back right now, retrieve the surveillance footage, and bring to light whoever dared to poison the old master.”

“Mm.”

An Chong nodded, gave Mo Xiao a look, and then turned and left.

Jian Qing gripped the old master An’s hand, discreetly observing the expressions on the An family members’ faces, with his gaze finally landing on Zhao Xuan.

“Azhe, come out with me for a moment,” An Zhonghui said to Mo Xiao, his voice softening a bit.

Zhou Qi and others exchanged glances, watching as An Zhonghui and Mo Xiao left together, completely puzzled.

It wasn’t long before Mo Xiao and An Zhonghui came back.

Seeing Mo Xiao return, Jian Qing leaned close to Jian Luo, whispering a few words in his ear. Jian Luo nodded in understanding.

“Dad, I’m heading back first,” Jian Qing said.

“Mm, be careful on the road.”

Watching Jian Qing leave, Zhou Qi, due to Mo Xiao’s presence, dared not mock Jian Qing anymore.

Once outside the hospital, Jian Qing took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Look into Zhao Xuan’s recent whereabouts, and whether she’s had any unusual behavior lately.”

After hanging up, she lifted her eyes to gaze at the dusky blue sky, a cold light briefly flaring.

Zhao, Xuan!

…

Night fell, and clouds as dark as ink pressed down oppressively.

With Mo Xiao and Jian Luo staying at the hospital, the An family all returned to the mansion. Everyone skipped dinner and retired to their own rooms.

In the bedroom, Zhao Xuan paced back and forth, looking somewhat panicked.

Damn it, how could this have happened.

How could there possibly be an antidote to that poison.

With Mo Xiao and Jian Qing back, what should she do, what to do…

“Knock, knock, knock—”

The sound of knocking startled Zhao Xuan out of the blue.

She clasped her hand over her heart, took a deep breath, and then went to open the door.

“Yuyu!”

Upon opening the door and seeing An Yu, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Mom, I need to ask you something,” An Yu said in a muffled voice.

“Come in.”

Having said that, she turned and walked in, with An Yu following and closing the door behind her.

“Mom, is great-grandfather’s illness related to you?” An Yu asked pointedly, her gaze fixed on Zhao Xuan with anxiety.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan’s face changed dramatically; she stood up abruptly, grabbed her, and lowered her voice to reprimand, “What nonsense are you spouting, Yuyu? You can’t talk recklessly like that. How could your great-grandfather’s illness have anything to do with me?”

“Mom, that night, I saw you sneaking out of the kitchen. Did you… poison great-grandfather?” An Yu bit her lip lightly, her voice hoarse.

She didn’t want to think this way about her mother, but the timing of the incident was too coincidental. Great-grandfather had been well before, and it was only a few days from that night to now. It was difficult not to harbor such thoughts.