Huo Yao replied mildly the moment she heard what Zhuo Yun said. “He Xiaoman didn’t touch her meds.”

Even though He Xiaoman was a selfish woman, she was not capable of doing this. Huo Yao had already sounded her out the other day.

Huo Yao suddenly pulled her necklace out from under her collar. “Perhaps they were arguing about this piece of jade.”

Min Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Huo Yao’s jade pendant. He stepped forward and placed the jade pendant back under her collar. “This is the only thing Old Madam Yang left behind for you, so you have to be careful with it.”

Huo Yao glanced at him. “Didn’t you study it previously? Did you learn anything about it?”

“Nope. It’s just a normal piece of jade.” Min Yu’s face looked completely normal as he answered her.

“I see.” Huo Yao narrowed her eyes before she quickly raised her head and continued. “Perhaps we can find out more through Lu Xia.”

Zhuo Yun asked quizzically. “What about her little brother?”

He thought about the boy he had helped Huo Yao send home. He recalled the young man muttering to himself that Miss Huo was a heartless woman. The guy certainly sounded like he had a vendetta against her.

“He would never have the guts to do it.” Huo Yao shook her head and disagreed.

Lu Ziming was a privileged brat, but he was righteous at heart and was not an entirely lost cause.

She could tell from the way he specially waited for her at the cemetery so that he could pass on Old Madam Yang’s last words to her.

“In that case, I will investigate Lu Xia,” said Zhuo Yun hurriedly.

Before long, he left the room.

Only Huo Yao and Min Yu remained in the hotel room.

Huo Yao walked up to the French windows in a daze. The sky had unknowingly turned dark. It was raining outside and snowing slightly. The rain and snow drizzled down turning the world white.

Old Madam Yang was the only family she had ever known, but she was gone forever.

Min Yu stood beside Huo Yao. He could see her face reflecting off the window and the tears on her face left a sad twinge in his heart.

“Do you think she wouldn’t have died if I boarded my flight as planned?” Huo Yao looked at the window listlessly. “It was my fault that this happened.”

Min Yu reached his hands out and pulled her into his arms. “This isn’t your fault. Even if you made it in time, she would eventually die. It was her time to go and nothing could change that.”

“You don’t get it. I could’ve saved…” muttered Huo Yao.

Min Yu placed his hands on Huo Yao’s shoulders and pushed her back slightly. He looked straight into her eyes deeply and said in a stern tone, “You can’t trade your life for hers. Your grandmother would never want that.”

Sadly, she was not given the chance to even try.

Huo Yao closed her eyes as she embraced him by the waist and stopped talking.

Min Yu sighed inwardly upon seeing her reaction.

**

The next day, Song Ning and Huo Jinyan went to the cemetery first thing in the morning to pay their respects to Old Madam Yang.

Zhuo Yun had made some headway with his investigation of Lu Xia.

“She only came back half a year ago. By the time she got here, Old Madam Yang was already hospitalized. The hospital staff confirmed she had been taking care of Old Madam Yang until she passed away.”

Zhuo Yun paused and continued. “When I investigated the incident, I discovered something strange. Lu Xia’s whereabouts for the past six months were a complete mystery.”

“What do you mean?” Huo Yao looked at Zhuo Yun.

Zhuo Yun nodded. “I was unable to find her recent movements. It felt as though her whereabouts were deliberately concealed.”

Huo Yao’s face turned cold as she suddenly stood up and headed out of the room.