Thinking about Ni Yang's impending prison sentence, Ji Rou's heart was filled with exhilaration.
Mr. Abner's face immediately turned pale. His legs buckled, and he looked like he was about to collapse on the ground. Just then, a fair hand grabbed his wrist. "There's nothing to worry about. From a medical perspective, your wife is merely in a state of apparent death."
Her voice was soft and bland, but it was having a calming effect on him. The temperature of Mr. Abner's body finally began to rise slowly.
"Apparent death? Impossible! My wife is clearly dead!" Ji Rou argued. "Mr. Abner, don't listen to her absurdities!"
Ni Yang glanced at Ji Rou and smirked. "It appears that you desperately want your wife to die."
On hearing those words, Mr. Abner slightly furrowed his brow, his eyes full of displeasure as he looked at Ji Rou.
Ji Rou also quickly realized her mistake and immediately corrected herself. "Mr. Abner, I didn't mean that. I'm just overly worried and anxious."