Chapter 701 - It Can’t Be Her! (2/2)

He went up to Mu Sihan and said, “Young Master, it has been confirmed that the two women in the car were burnt to death. His Highness Lous and the Qiao family are now at the mortuary.”

Mu Sihan’s hands that were on the table, slowly clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands protruding.

He straightened his body, his dark eyes s.h.i.+ning as an uncontrollable myriad of emotions exploded out. He cried out coldly, “No, nothing will happen to her!”

Then, he strode out of the office.

In the corridor, he met Ye Yanfeng, who was going downstairs too.

Seeing Mu Sihan’s dark and gloomy expression, Ye Yanfeng lifted his eyebrows slightly.

Mu Sihan did not take the elevator and rushed down the emergency stairs.

Ye Yanfeng had his two hands in his pockets, a puzzled look in his eyes as he watched Yi Fan chasing after Mu Sihan, who had bolted down the stairs.

He asked the a.s.sistant behind him, “Did something happen?”

The a.s.sistant shook his head. “Nothing serious happened other than a car accident on the highway this morning. But the media have not reported the highway accident, it seems the news has been held down.”

Ye Yanfeng raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. After a few seconds of silence, he said to the a.s.sistant behind him, “Find out what’s with the car accident. Is someone Ye Sihan cares about involved?

“Understood.”

…

Yi Fan drove Mu Sihan to the mortuary.

On the way, a lot of calls related to work came in but he ignored them.

He seemed to have been hit on the head, his thoughts were hazy and his heart empty.

Yi Fan knew he was anxious and drove as quickly as he could. It was a forty-minute journey but it only took around twenty minutes to get there.

As the neighboring country’s princess and the Qiao family’s granddaughter were involved in this accident, many police were outside the mortuary.

When the car stopped, Yi Fan opened the pa.s.senger door and looked at the man whose face was cold, with a chilly air exuding from him. Yi Fan said cautiously, “Young Master, we’re here.”

Mu Sihan lifted his eyes and looked outside.

A p.r.i.c.kling pain appeared in his temples.

“Young Master.”

Mu Sihan got out of the car with a cold expression.

Yi Fan’s contact was waiting at the entrance for them.

“Your Highness, Butler Yi, this way please.”

Yi Fan looked at the man whose every step was like stepping on sharp knives and wanted to help him, but the man was giving out a coldness that kept people away, making him unable to get close.

As soon as he entered the mortuary, Mu Sihan heard gut-wrenching sobs.

Those voices… It was An Feng and Madam Qiao.

Mu Sihan’s empty heart clenched tightly, as if an invisible hand had grabbed it and twisted it with barbed wire.

Taking a few steps forward, he saw Madam Qiao and An Feng embracing each other and crying bitterly, Qiao Yanze stood aside, his eyes red and bloodshot. The overwhelming look of depression on his face showed that he seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.

Standing opposite him was Lous with the same heavy expression.

Mu Sihan went to Qiao Yanze with heavy steps, his hands grabbing his collar. “It isn’t true, right? She’s fine, isn’t she?”