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Two servants stepped forward, each grabbing Ling Mei’s arm, both were shrugged off by Ling Mei, who seemed truly manic as she rushed to the bedside, bending down and saying to the old man: "Master, don’t you like Che very much? Why don’t you give him anything? He is the eldest grandson of the Beitang Family, why should Bai Xi’s son get everything? Why?"

"Ling Mei, have you made enough of a scene!" Beitang Ting saw Ling Mei suddenly rush to his father, threatening him, and he stepped forward, grabbed Ling Mei, and threw her out: "If you dare to harm my father, I will definitely not let you go!"

"Earlier, you were the only one in Young Master Che’s room. Tell me, what did he say to you?" Ling Mei walked up to an inconspicuous little maid, crossed her arms, and asked coldly.

The little maid furrowed her pale yellow eyebrows, constantly shook her head, and said: "Second Madam, I was just watching Young Master Che pack his luggage. Before leaving, Young Master Che just asked me to take good care of Second Madam, the Master, and the Old Master..." She said, swallowing her saliva, but her hands involuntarily tightened, not daring to let the envelope in her sleeve slide out.

But the sharp-eyed Ling Mei still noticed the little maid’s movement, coldly reached out her hand, and said: "Hand it over."

"Se-Second Madam, hand over what?" The little maid’s body was trembling, even more scared to look at Second Madam.

Ling Mei had no patience, stepped forward, grabbed the little maid’s hand, and shook it, causing an envelope to fall out from her sleeve.

The little maid quickly crouched down to pick it up, but Ling Mei seemed crazed, stepping on the back of the little maid’s hand, causing her to yelp in pain. The other maids standing by were so frightened they huddled together, seeing Ling Mei squeeze blood out of the little maid’s hand...

The little maid whimpered and pleaded, hurriedly handed the letter to Ling Mei, her vision blurry: "Second Madam, this is the letter from Young Master Che meant for Miss Xia..." She thought to herself: Young Master Che, I fear I can’t complete the task you entrusted to me, as Second Madam has taken the letter...

Ling Mei tore open the letter, looked at it, and her hands trembled with rage, this is my wonderful son!

He actually wrote down everything she had on paper and handed it to Xia Qingqian!

Her rage made her crumple the letter into a ball and viciously threw it at the kneeling maid, "Eat it!"

"Second Madam, I beg you to spare me, I won’t ever dare again..." The little maid pleaded.

"I’ll spare you if you swallow this letter, eat it!" Ling Mei squatted, picked up the crumpled paper from the ground, stuffed it into the little maid’s mouth, and harshly said: "If any of you dare to utter a word about what happened today, I’ll have you all buried with me!"

"Lao Chen, take the old master back, I’ll go over later to look after my father." Beitang Ting placed the old man into the wheelchair, took a blanket, covered the old man’s legs, and wheeled him out of the medical room.

These words were overheard by Ling Mei as she was reprimanding the servants. She immediately walked nervously towards Beitang Ting and stopped him: "Beitang Ting, are you crazy! If you let him return, if he gets better, we are done for! Since he’s just a dying old man, let him be like this!"

Beitang Ting was so angry that he slammed Ling Mei’s face four times, furious: "I’ve never seen such a vicious woman like you! If you dare to harm a single hair on my dad, I will personally kill you!"

"Lao Chen, send the old master back!" He delegated the task of taking the old man to Lao Chen, then dialed the lawyer: "Prepare a divorce agreement immediately, send it over now!"

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