1844 Go and see him, he's been calling your name

Murong Zhihong had stood up for his son and left all the inheritance to the mother and son. Even if she wanted to snatch it again, she could not do it in a short time.

He could only find another opportunity in the future.

Yes, even at this point, Mrs. Jones was still not willing to give up.

"You're quite calm, Mrs. Jones,"Murong Mian's lips curved up.

Mrs. Jones was in a sorry state, but she said calmly,""Because I know you can't do anything to me. My husband is a Member of Parliament. Even if he can't participate in the election next time, he can still be the speaker. If you want to touch me, you should know what the consequences are."

She lifted her chin arrogantly and glanced at Madam Murong, as if to say,"even if I want to sleep with your husband, I have a backer. I'm not afraid."

Madam Murong looked at her coldly. Murong Mian nodded and smiled. "You're right, Mrs. Jones. You've made me understand that there's nothing to be afraid of. But don't worry, I won't touch you, but ... Someone will."

Of course, Murong Mian would not let her off so easily. Mrs. Jones was a scheming woman, but her biggest weakness was her vanity.

To deal with a person like her, one only needed to take away what she wanted and what she had already gotten from her eyes and hands, bit by bit, so that she would not be able to get it even if she tried her best. The more she wanted to be above the rest, the more she had to be like a rat in the gutter. This was the greatest torture for her.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Jones was shocked.

Murong Mian spread out her hands."I don't mean it. I believe you'll find out soon enough. Now, please ... Get out of my family's company!"

"Get out," Ji Mianmian said,"hurry up and get out."

"Let's wait and see,"Mrs. Jones said with hatred.

Murong Mian smiled."Madam, you put on such a wonderful performance for all of us today. In the future, I'll give you an even more Wonderful Life. Goodbye, Madam."

Mrs. Jones felt a chill run down her spine. Murong Mian's smile made her feel endless fear and malice.

She bit her lip, clenched her fists, and left.

"Mother, we should go to the hospital now," Murong Mian said to Madam Murong.

Madam Murong's heart was in a mess,"I ..."

Ji Mianmian held her arm and dragged her out.""Mom, don't hesitate anymore. Go quickly."

They could all tell that elder Murong was not in a good state today.

Although he had never been well, she felt that he was in good spirits when he spoke today. However, he collapsed all of a sudden, which reminded Ji Mianmian of a Chinese saying,"the last radiance before death".

When they rushed to the hospital, Murong Zhihong was still in the emergency room.

After waiting for more than an hour, the lights went out and the doctor came out.

"How did it go?" Murong Mian asked.

The doctor shook his head."He's in a very bad condition today. Although he was saved, he's still in a critical stage. Whether he can make it or not depends on tonight."

Madam Murong's body swayed, and Ji Mianmian quickly held her.""Mom, dad will be fine ..." He said.

Madam Murong wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat as if she no longer had the strength to speak.

When Murong Zhihong entered the intensive care unit, the doctor said,""You ... Go in and take a look. Sir has been calling your name."

Madam Murong shook her head,"you can't go in, you can't go...You can't go in ..."

That was his last wish. If she went in to see him, he would really die.