But now Nie Zhao is doubting Mei Baoshan and Mei Lu, which means he is also doubting him.

Even if Nie Zhao could give a reason for his kidnapping, any reason that could be related to Mei Lu would be enough for Nie Rong to tear her to pieces. But he couldn't doubt his father, because Nie Rong was truly innocent.

He had never seen Mei Lu and her son until Nie Yao was three years old; he truly never saw them.

Even if Han Yuzhu, who refuses to close her eyes, appears in his dreams, he can remain at peace with himself, because he has truly never seen her.

As for Mei Baoshan, Han Yuzhu was already ill when Nie Zhao appointed him.

Even if he really wanted to do something, he needed the right time and opportunity. But Mei Baoshan was just a small bodyguard guarding the Nie family's gate. Han Yuzhu herself had a lot of bodyguards. How could he possibly get close to her?

Given all of the above, before Nie Zhao could even ask his question, Nie Rong already had a mountain of rebuttals in his mind.

Because he was certain that Mei Baoshan would refute him, Mei Baoshan remained calm.

But Nie Rong did not directly refute his son. After a long silence, he finally said, "Ah Zhao, I consulted dozens of Taoist masters after your mother fell ill. You should know what the result was."

The dozens of celestial masters all concluded that Nie Zhao was the cause of his mother's death, and that Han Yuzhu's illness was the reason for his death.

Nie Zhao certainly knew this; even if Nie Rong didn't say it, the servants would quietly tell him.

After a pause, Nie Rong continued, "On the day of your mother's funeral, castor beans were found in my water glass, and multiple pieces of evidence suggest that you were responsible. The way you looked at me at that funeral... Later, I destroyed all the newspapers, and I never asked you about the castor beans."

With a ripping sound, it was a hardworking Taiwanese man pulling out a body bag.

He pulled up the body bag, took a breath, and shook his head. There was still one body left. Well, let's continue moving the bodies.

As a prince of Taipei nightclubs, it was bad enough that he was kidnapped and forced to work as a laborer in the Philippines, but after finally escaping, he still had to work as a laborer in Hong Kong. The Taiwanese guy felt that his life was really miserable.

As the body bag was pulled up, Nie Zhao finally brushed off the large scarf on his head, revealing his expressionless face.

He remained calm: "So you sent me to Europe the day after my mother died, didn't you?"

Nie Rong was standing behind him, leaning on the wheelchair, when he heard this and pushed him, causing him to stagger backward.

Mei Baoshan remained kneeling, displaying a humble and devout demeanor as if he wanted to merge with the floor, showing no trace of wickedness.

Uncle Ming could tell that Nie Rong was already unable to stand and was afraid that he would fall, but his instincts made him ignore Nie Rong and instead go to pull Nie Zhao's wheelchair. His young master had just had surgery and was too weak; he would fall if he wasn't supported.

The scene was chaotic yet orderly, with undercurrents flowing beneath the silence.

As an observer, Chen Rou saw Nie Rong staggering towards her and kicked the wheelchair, causing Nie Rong to fall right into it.

She finally understood why Nie Zhao had been sent to Europe at such a young age. He seemed quiet and unassuming, but his methods were anything but ordinary. At only seven years old, he dared to poison his father with ricin.

He even glared at his father at his mother's funeral, and the incident was captured by the media.

He's really wild.

However, he was actually a bit foolish. Castor beans are poisonous, but they taste extremely bitter. No one would drink them unless their tongue is damaged. Yet, at such a young age, he glared at his father at the funeral. It would be strange if Nie Rong didn't send him away.

She wanted to hear gossip, partly due to her profession, and partly to get to the bottom of the case. She also hoped that there would be no more surprises during the interrogation. But just as Nie Zhao and his son were arguing, Uncle Ming's cell phone rang.

He took out his phone and answered, "Dean Wu."

Nie Zhao and Nie Rong turned to look at him at the same time. It was Director Wu from the hospital calling. Even if the Nie family could suppress a murder case, they still needed Director Wu's overall cooperation, so they naturally needed to know what was happening outside.

Uncle Ming listened for a moment, then looked toward the corner of the wall and said, "First, issue four death certificates, and I'll fill in the names."

He added, "Let's wait another half hour. It would be best to get them out through the emergency exit."

Hearing this, Chen Rou felt inexplicably nauseous.

Due to her occupational habits, she sees only black and white, with no middle ground.

Today, Hong Kong boasts the leading cultural and media industries and economic development in Asia. Its various films and television dramas have influenced an entire generation across Asia. Chen Rou loved watching Hong Kong dramas as a child, using them as snacks while eating. She also believed in the justice and ideals portrayed in these films and television dramas. She really loves this city.

It wasn't until she transferred to a special police unit and handled many cases related to Hong Kong that she truly understood Hong Kong today, its true nature, and the unbreakable ambiguity between local tycoons, the then-government, and Western conglomerates.

In Hong Kong, money is justice, money is everything.

The wealthy can easily and casually dispose of a few lives; the law is written for them.

Uncle Ming and Dean Wu were discussing how to deal with Mei Baoshan's close associates, which sounded incredibly smooth.

But just before hanging up, Uncle Ming asked again, "Is the Department of Health's inspections registered in advance, or are they random?"

He hung up the phone after not knowing what was said on the other end, and said to Nie Rong, "Chairman, the Minister of Health from the Department of Health is coming to the hospital to offer his condolences. Director Wu told us to hurry up."

Nie Rong nodded silently, glancing with pity at her second son, Nie Yao, who looked utterly pitiful. But when she looked at Nie Zhao, all that pity vanished.

But he also unusually lowered his voice: "I know I haven't treated you well all these years, and you've always hated me. Let's do it today. Tell me what's bothering you, and I'll answer any questions you may have..."

He shrugged and murmured, "If you really want me to die, you can say so. You are the only son my lover and I left in this world. I hope you have a bright future and a promising career, and I don't want you to dirty your hands."