Mo Zixi's eyes instantly reddened as tears threatened to spill. She bit her lip and reluctantly took the food from Song Xueyi’s hands.

Song Xueyi turned to Mo Nuan and Lu Chen, frowning. “Mr. Lu, Miss Mo, what are you doing? Why did you bring the police to the hospital?”

“Mrs. Song,” the officer began, his tone steady, “we received a report suggesting that Mr. Mo’s sudden death might not have been an accident. We request your cooperation in our investigation.”

Song Xueyi let out a cold laugh, correcting him sharply. “Officer, please get your facts straight. I am not ‘Mrs. Song.’ I am Mo Pingshan’s wife. Address me as...