Mo Yuzhen frowned, his brows knitting together as a familiar question surfaced once again in his mind. How had Tang Xiyu managed to associate with Dr. Matthew Roberto?
Before he could probe the thought further, a memory flashed through his mind without warning.
His expression darkened instantly, and his fingers curled into a tight fist as the image replayed itself—Tang Xiyu inside that hospital room, leaning into another man's embrace.
She had looked fragile, vulnerable, and safe. The sight felt like slow-acting poison seeping into his veins.
How perfect it would have been if she had been leaning against him instead.
But she wasn't.
And that man—who was he?
Anyone capable of summoning Dr. Matthew Roberto from abroad, solely to treat Tang Xiyu, was no ordinary individual. Such influence, such reach, did not belong to common people.
So who was he? What was his identity?
