My Scheming Little Devil

He had no obligation to tolerate her.

In a foul mood, he walked back to the study. After reading for a while about his mother’s situation these past days, he only grew more irritable, without a single clue. He wanted to calm down, but couldn’t at all!

After a while, he rang the bell to let the maid come in.

"Young master, is there anything you need?"

"Make me a cup of coffee." He needed to calm his mind.

"Okay." The maid left as instructed, but was soon called back by the upset master. She turned to look at him, seeing his face full of displeasure, yet with a hidden expression of worry and entangled conflict, hesitating, and annoyed, his expression shifting constantly.

She was greatly surprised; she had never seen her master with such a varied expression before. It was vivid and surprising, because usually, he was so indifferent and expressionless, his demeanor unchanging like a stone, so emotionless that their servants sometimes doubted if he had any feelings other than apathy.

After a long while, the master hummed proudly and awkwardly, "Go, to that girl’s room, help her with her medicine."

He wasn’t concerned about her; he couldn’t be bothered to care for such an ungrateful girl, but since she had been saved, he couldn’t let her stay injured. Those wounds were difficult for her to handle alone.

Yes, that’s all!

The maid was even more shocked. The young master actually cared about someone other than the madam; oh my, the sun must have risen in the west. A miracle!

After giving orders to the maid, Ling Kong felt his mood improve a bit. He calmed down and carefully examined some information about his mother, finding nothing particular. The people who visited her were all strictly checked, and they didn’t have direct contact with his mother.

Moreover, he believed these people, no matter how bold, wouldn’t dare to bring a virus into the ward, attempting to murder the Councilman’s wife.

The only unexpected thing was that three days after being hospitalized, his mother returned home once but stayed for just an hour before going back to the hospital.

Ji Lingkong’s eyes darkened. It was even less likely for her to be infected at home, as the Councilman’s residence was the safest, most highly secured place in the Aus Empire, and no one had the chance to tamper inside.

This was strange, she must have been infected somewhere, it couldn’t have happened out of nowhere with such a mysterious bacterium.

He immediately called back to the Councilman’s residence to inquire with the head steward, Suri, if during his mother’s one-hour visit, she went anywhere or left the premises.

But Suri said the madam hadn’t gone out, she only went to Ling Yun’s room, then soon returned.

Ji Lingkong knew Ling Yun was his mother’s biological son. She went to his room, possibly because she was shaken by an assassination attempt, wanting to mourn or talk in her late son’s room.

As she hadn’t left the residence and did nothing particularly unusual, it seemed impossible, but it also couldn’t be that she was infected out of nowhere, Ji Lingkong’s frown deepened, feeling even more confused.

"Something’s wrong." The maid from earlier rushed in hurriedly, a face full of panic, and flustered.

"What happened to her?" Ji Lingkong instinctively stood up, his face showing urgency.

The maid, alarmed, said, "I don’t know, when I got to the room, she wasn’t there. I knocked on the bathroom door, knocked for a long time, but she didn’t respond."

Ji Lingkong’s expression changed, darting out like an arrow, quickly rushing into Jun Yiyi’s room. He knocked on her door, indeed getting no response. Anxious and without further thought, he kicked the bathroom door open.

Bursting in, he pulled the curtain aside, only to see Jun Yiyi with her eyes closed, a pale face, collapsed in the bathtub.