Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Darkness Before Dawn 14

Because of the rain, Mo Qinghan’s face was covered with droplets. She gently wiped them away with her fingers and looked at them, unable to tell if they were tears or just rain. Her mind was filled with echoes of Zhao Yiya’s voice—“If he truly cared about you, he would never have kept it from you when he took away your child,” or “On the day Mo Qingyu died, He Zheyu was with me, finalizing our divorce.” These words circled endlessly in her ears. Clutching her head, she screamed, “Stop talking... Stop talking...”

At that moment, a car sped toward her, horn blaring. Mo Qinghan seemed possessed, clutching her head and muttering to herself, oblivious to any sound. The driver, seeing she wouldn’t move, slammed the brakes just in time, so abruptly that he was left shaken. He sat in his car for a long moment, trying to calm himself before rolling down the window and shouting into the rain, “Are you looking to die? Go jump off the Shuihui Bridge! Damn, what rotten luck.” With that, he sped off, tires splashing filthy water all over Mo Qinghan. Her white nightgown was now so stained it was impossible to tell what color it had once been.

Aunt Lin returned carrying groceries and found the door ajar. Alarmed, she rushed inside and saw bloody footprints leading across the floor. Shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere, and from the kitchen, the kettle was still whistling on the stove. She hurried to turn off the heat, her hands trembling as she dug for her phone and dialed Han Mo’s number. No one answered, and her anxiety made her pace in circles. She called again and again until finally Han Mo’s voice came through: “Aunt Lin, what’s wrong?”

Barely coherent, Aunt Lin stammered, “Han... sir... Miss Mo... the house is full of blood...”

Han Mo tried to calm her. “Please, slow down. Is Miss Mo hemorrhaging?”

Aunt Lin replied in a panic, “I don’t know. I came back from shopping and found blood all over the living room, and Miss Mo is gone.”

“What? Miss Mo is missing?” Han Mo’s voice rose, startling Aunt Lin into shivering.

Flustered, Han Mo rushed into the shareholder meeting in progress at the company. He could feel his own hand shaking as he gripped the phone. In the center of the meeting sat He Xuanyi, accorded that place out of respect by all present. Without any regard for decorum, Han Mo barged in, prompting He Xuanyi to frown and say, “Is this a place you can simply walk into?”

He Zheyu immediately retorted, “If someone like Zhao Siyi, who has harmed the company, can sit here, then tell me, who in the company isn’t qualified to sit here?”

The words left He Xuanyi speechless. Sitting off to the side, Zhao Siyi turned pale, then flushed, but dared not say a word.

Han Mo bent down to whisper into He Zheyu’s ear. The moment Han Mo began to speak, a dark shadow crossed He Zheyu’s face. His cold eyes fixed on He Xuanyi at the head of the table. Before Han Mo could even finish, He Zheyu shot up from his seat and glared at He Xuanyi, shouting in fury, “So it was all your plan! You lured me here just to make it easier for you to go after her, didn’t you? He Xuanyi, you hypocrite, you scheming villain!”

His words left everyone in the room stunned. They’d all heard rumors about the strained relationship between father and son in the He family, but until now, it had never been confirmed.