This time, the will also stated that the forty thousand in debt to her parents, and all property in her name, was to be given to her daughter, yet the estate had diminished.
Jewelry wasn’t mentioned, as if Meng Wanhua had no jewelry at all.
The cash had also shrunk, only amounting to a little over eighty thousand.
A flicker of doubt passed through Meng Chuyue’s mind.
In her previous life, Meng Wanhua had died in a hospital over a month later from illness.
By rights, her money should have been more than in her previous life.
Too many suspicious points made Meng Chuyue even more skeptical about the cause of Meng Wanhua’s death.
She decided to check Meng Wanhua’s body herself.
Although she didn’t understand forensics, she had read enough novels in that area in her past life to know a bit of common sense.
For example, the teacup on the bedside table indicated that her mother committed suicide by drinking rat poison.
But her mother actually had a large stash of sleeping pills, having those and yet using rat poison was illogical.
If it wasn’t suicide but homicide instead, there would definitely be signs of restraint on her mother’s body.
After a moment’s thought, Meng Chuyue pulled apart the collar of Meng Wanhua’s cheongsam.
Indeed, there were deep strangulation marks on her neck.
So, there really was a possibility that her mother was murdered?
She had never heard of her mother having enemies in her past or present life.
Moreover, her mother was dressed neatly, in her favorite purple cheongsam no less.
There was no sign of anyone searching the house.
At that moment of doubt, Zhao Sulan arrived.
She saw Shen Ci at the door, hesitated for a moment, then cursed in a fury, "Was it you? The person just now, was it Meng Chuyue?"
After saying this, she tried to barge in, but Shen Ci stopped her, "Aunt Meng has passed away, and we have already reported it to the police. If you want to go in, wait for the police station’s officers to arrive."
Zhao Sulan stepped back as if seeing a ghost, "What did you say?"
Just died of illness like that?
Shocked, she looked into the room, and seeing Meng Chuyue kneeling in front of Meng Wanhua’s bed quietly shedding tears, she believed Shen Ci’s words.
No, Shen Ci had no reason to tell such a lie.
She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran downstairs to call Lin Youdong.
The police arrived quickly, and soon after, Captain Lee told Meng Chuyue and Lin Youdong, who had also arrived, "We preliminarily determine it to be suicide."
Meng Chuyue passionately contested, "My mom couldn’t possibly have committed suicide! I saw it; there are strangulation marks on her neck, she must have been murdered."
Captain Lee said gently, "The injuries on the neck were not fatal, the cause of death was the rat poison."
Meng Chuyue bowed her head and wept bitterly, "No, I don’t believe it, she had no reason to commit suicide, she must have been killed."
Zhao Sulan couldn’t help rolling her eyes, "Your mom had leukemia, the doctor said there was no cure, isn’t suicide under such circumstances quite normal?"
Meng Chuyue glared at her tearfully, "My mom had been doing much better these days, she told me yesterday that a doctor said she might not have leukemia, that it might be a misdiagnosis, she was extremely happy at the time, she couldn’t have committed suicide, comrade, I truly hope you could investigate further."
Captain Lee nodded, "Of course, what we said was just a preliminary conclusion, not the final result. Since you insist on an investigation, we must take her body away."
"...Okay...uh uh uh..."
Meng Chuyue burst into heart-wrenching sobs.
After the police took Meng Wanhua’s body away, Lin Youdong comforted Meng Chuyue, "I promised your mom, I’d look after you from now on, once this matter is settled, you should move in and live with us."
Meng Chuyue shook her head, "No need."
Zhao Sulan said impatiently, "You silly girl, how could you not know what’s good for you? Your dad is doing this for your benefit."
"My mom said he’s not my real dad. Please leave, you’re not welcome here."