Su Manyun pushed the wheelchair and stood on the left side of the bed.

In the wheelchair, Shi Jue's right leg was still in a cast, and it was fixed below the knee.

This morning's X-rays showed his fracture was 70 per cent healed.

But the doctor still recommended that he stay in a wheelchair for another week to prevent the newly grown bones from being dislocated again.

"Mom, try this apple. It's very sweet."

Shi Zhengyang picked up a piece of apple with a fork and handed it to the old lady's mouth.

Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Shi Heng walked in holding Gu Youran's hand.

Gu Youran held a large bunch of lilies in her arms, and the fresh fragrance of the flowers instantly dispelled the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

"Grandma, we're here to see you."

Shi Heng took out a vase from the bedside table and put the lilies in it one by one.

The old lady's gaze lingered on Gu Youran for a long time, and her wrinkled fingers unconsciously stroked the sheets.

She recalled what the director of cardiac surgery had said during his ward rounds yesterday: "Old lady, your surgical risk rating is the highest."

"The situation was critical at the time, and other doctors were afraid to take over. If your granddaughter-in-law hadn't taken the lead in surgery, the consequences would have been disastrous..."

The old lady's throat moved a little.

It was this granddaughter-in-law, whom she once refused to even look at, who held the scalpel at the critical moment of life and death.

"You Ran, come here." The old lady suddenly spoke.

Amidst everyone's surprised gazes, she took off the emerald green bracelet on her left wrist.

Gu Youran was stunned and quickly waved her hands, "Grandma, this is too valuable, I can't..."

"Take it." The old lady stretched out her hand stubbornly.

Shi Heng understood, stepped forward to take the bracelet, and gently put it on Gu Youran's right wrist.

The jade shone with a warm luster in the sunlight, making her wrist look even whiter.

Su Manyun held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, her eyes fixed on the bracelet, then slowly moved to Tao Nianwan's left wrist.

There was another pair of jade bracelets worn there.

These two jade bracelets are heirlooms of the Shi family and have always been passed down only to the eldest daughter-in-law in the direct line.

She had tried her best over the past year, and even hinted to Shi Jue to visit the old lady more often to show filial piety, but the old lady wouldn't even let her touch her.

And now, Gu Youran got it so easily.

She was shaking with anger, digging her nails into the armrests.

The old lady patted the back of her son's hand and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Zhengyang, I dreamed of your father last night."

The ward suddenly became quiet.

Old Madam Shi wiped her eyes and continued, "He said...it's better to let Shi Jue stay in the country."

Shi Zhengyang frowned but didn't speak.

Shi Heng interrupted coldly, "Grandma, I don't agree."

Su Manyun and Shi Jue lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Old lady Shi looked at Shi Zhengyang, tears in her eyes.

Shi Zhengyang looked at his mother's trembling hands and finally sighed, "...Then stay."

Su Manyun's eyelashes drooped even lower, and only the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Sure enough, the man did not lie to her.

Shi Heng's gaze lingered on Shi Jue's face for a moment, then turned to his father, "Dad, there's something important I need to discuss with you alone."

The father and son came to the corner at the end of the corridor.

Shi Heng looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he pulled out a photo from his phone album.

The photo shows an ancient painting with a spooky and strange picture. Nine blood-red stars are connected in a line, and a group of gray-robed people are standing in a pile of corpses with scimitars in their hands.

"This is……"

Shi Zhengyang's eyes widened, his voice unconsciously tightened, "That bloody night recorded in the Shi Clan Secrets!"

"You recognized it, too."

Shi Heng lowered his voice even more, "This painting is hanging in the dark room behind the secret room of the old house."

Shi Zhengyang's hands trembled slightly, "Impossible... Your grandfather never mentioned it..."

His eyes suddenly fixed on the scimitars in the painting.

"Wait, these knives..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"You discovered it too?"

Shi Heng stared at his father's face, which had turned pale instantly. "According to the family tree, those knives should have been soaked in blood."

Shi Zhengyang's mind suddenly flashed with the scene of his father's death:

The old man's skinny fingers tightly grasped his wrist, and with his last bit of strength he said, "Remember... don't believe what you see..."

At the time he thought it was just the old man's dying ravings, but now...

"Youbao suspects," Shi Heng suddenly said in a heavy voice, "that it was Grandpa who killed her mother."

"If the truth can't be uncovered within seven days, Youbao and I will..."

"absurd!"

Shi Zhengyang looked up suddenly, but froze the moment he saw his son's eyes.

What burned in Shi Heng's eyes was not anger, but something more frightening.

It was a sober, cold despair.

After a long silence, Shi Zhengyang wiped his face heavily.

"In the safe in my study... there's your grandfather's diary. The password... is your birthday."

…

On the other side, Renault Villa.

Lei Shuangcheng just picked up Xu Bo from the airport.

As soon as the old butler entered the room, he saw Renault leaning back on the sofa with a bruise under his right eye.

"Master!"

Uncle Xu didn't even bother to put down his luggage and rushed to Renault.

He held up Renault's face tremblingly, his eyes full of distress, "How did this happen?"

"What else can I do?" Lei Shuangcheng leaned against the door frame, grinning mischievously, "Fighting with my love rival."

Renault glanced at him coldly and said, "Shut up."

"Hey, you're not allowed to talk anymore?"

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