The Prime Minister finally snapped after the relief faded from his face. He pointed angrily at Lady Xu, who was still weak and leaning on her maid.
"Look at her! Look at how fragile she's become! Is this how the Mo residence takes care of my daughter?"
His voice boomed through the room.
"This is unacceptable! If anything had happened to her tonight, General Mo, I would have—"
"Prime Minister—" Mo Ying began, trying to stay calm.
But the man wasn't listening.
"You allowed my daughter to be poisoned under your roof! What kind of husband are you?! What kind of protection is this?!"
Madame Mo stiffened in embarrassment. Grandma Mo frowned. Uncle Mo rubbed his forehead tiredly.
Just as the Prime Minister was about to explode again…
A soft, weak voice cut through the tension.
"Father… please stop."
Everyone turned.
