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"That's because of course!" Ning Meigui looked at Madam Ou with burning eyes and a serious expression. "That wooden box is not hers at all. She stole it from somewhere. It's a relic of my mother!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Ou turned pale and looked away, not daring to meet Ning Meigui's burning gaze.

Seeing her guilty look, Ning Meigui smiled contemptuously and said, "Although I don't know where Madam Ou got my mother's relics from, I do know why my father married her."

The doctor couldn't help it and urged, "Why? Don't keep us in suspense. I'm curious. I love to hear such strange stories."

"Hey~ What do you mean by weird? I believe that a beauty like Madam Ou must have her own unspeakable difficulties." The poet said while looking at Madam Ou, "Right, Madam Ou."

Ning Meigui couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sky, "Poet, my father is still lying upstairs, how can you look at his widow like that!"

"Hehe, appreciation and sympathy, just a look of appreciation and sympathy, there is absolutely no other meaning, hehe." The poet Sa withdrew his gaze angrily.

Ning Meigui was satisfied and continued her speculation, "Inside that wooden box is the diary my mother wrote every day when she was seriously ill. You could also say it's a suicide note to me and my father.

It contains all the details of my father and I’s living habits, preferences, and the regret that I can no longer grow old with my father and watch me grow up.”

"I think," Ning Meigui looked at Madam Ou, "Madam Ou used the contents of my mother's diary to please her and let my father marry you, right?

But I really want to know, this wooden box, which should be something my mother wanted to give to me or my father, how did it end up in your hands? "

Detective He looked at Madam Ou and said, "Madam Ou, can you explain it?"

Madam Ou immediately straightened her back in a boastful manner and said loudly, "I didn't steal this thing."

"Then where are you from?" Ning Meigui stood at one end of the table, her hands on the table, looking down at Mrs. Ou with a full sense of oppression.

Mrs. Ou swallowed her saliva and said with all her strength, "This wooden box was given to me by my mother. She is a nurse at the Saint Nia Nursing Home.

When Rose's mother was ill, she was recuperating in the St. Nia Sanatorium.

However, no matter how good the doctors, environment or medicine were, they could not defeat death, and Rose's mother still died of illness.

When the sanatorium asked what to do with your mother's belongings, a housekeeper sent a message to the sanatorium saying that Duke T and his daughter had fallen ill due to grief over the death of their lady.

In order to prevent the Duke and the daughter from being reminded of the lady and becoming even sicker, the lady's belongings were entrusted to the sanatorium for disposal.

The sanatorium arranged for my mother to deal with the Duchess's belongings.

Originally, these relics should have been burned, but when my mother saw the wooden box, which was exquisitely carved, made of high-quality wood, and locked tightly, she thought there was treasure inside, so she had evil thoughts and secretly hid it and took it back home.

But I didn’t expect that after prying open such a delicate wooden box, there was no valuable gold or silver jewelry inside, only a diary. My mother threw the box into the utility room until I found it when I was sorting out the sundries in the house. ”

"Then your approach to my father was indeed premeditated." Ning Meigui asked.

"Of course," Mrs. Ou admitted quickly.

Everyone looked at her sideways; they didn't expect Mrs. Ou to answer so readily.

Madam Ou stiffened her neck, but became more and more sad as she spoke, "I am different from Miss Rose. For common people like us who only have beauty, if we can't find someone to rely on, no one can predict what will happen in today's world.

Take me for example.

I admit that from the very beginning, I approached Duke T with the purpose of finding a backer, and I deliberately made him marry me.

Because if I don't do this, I will be married, no, I can't even say married, I will be the lover of a 60-year-old farmer, and I have no choice."

At this point, although Madam Ou's back was still straight, her eyes were filled with deep sadness and faintly flashing with tears, "But, I only came here to protect myself, and I definitely didn't come here to hurt Duke T or you, Rose.

For me, even if I knew that Duke T wanted to divorce me, I would not do it.

Because even though I am no longer his wife, I have already been labeled by him.

People who are less powerful than Duke T will not risk upsetting the Duke by provoking me, so I can now live a much better life than before.

Not to mention, the Duke is willing to give me a villa and 500 million, which is enough for me to live a life of luxury."

These words were spoken helplessly, and also implied an inexpressible sadness and pain.

The room was silent, and even Ning Meigui didn't have the heart to continue asking questions.

The poet suddenly broke the silence with a smile, "I was saying that such a beautiful lady must have her own difficulties."

The sad mood in the room disappeared.

The doctor was also very eloquent, "You are so kind to women. I feel that the Duke would like to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

Ning Meigui was speechless.

"That's all I have to share." Ning Meigui returned to her seat.

"Thank you Miss Ning Meigui for sharing. What are your suspicions?" asked Detective He.

Ning Meigui thought for a moment and replied, "I originally suspected Madam Ou, and even went to her place to search for evidence.

But I feel touched by what she said just now.

Although I have always been well protected, in this world, girls' situations are always more difficult. I want to trust her for once.

So now, I am more suspicious of the poet. "

"Hey!" The poet jumped three meters high, "You didn't find any evidence about me, why do you suddenly suspect me~"

Ning Meigui said seriously, "Just think of it as a woman's intuition."

Poet Sa: I am speechless...

Detective He watched them bicker happily until they finished, then continued the Q process: "In that case, let's ask the poet Sa——————the doctor next to him to speak next."

The poet had just raised his butt halfway when he was forced to sit down again. Others saw this and laughed secretly with their hands covering their mouths.

The doctor was caught off guard by the turning point Q. He stood up in a daze, muttering, "It's my turn now. Is it so sudden? I'm not ready yet. Oh my."

Although the doctor was mumbling something, he did not delay his work at all.