Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 716 - 308 suffered retribution

Yu Ruohuan learned of the failure of the partridge’s assassination attempt and laughed in anger.

"Didn’t you say he was the number one assassin in the Dark Group, someone who’s never failed a mission? And now you’re telling me he failed? Amos is still alive?"

Jiao Long lowered his head, "We all underestimated Amos."

A staged car accident—his driver’s skills are extraordinary.

A close-range attack—his combat prowess far surpasses the partridge’s.

They had all underestimated who Amos truly was.

"Furthermore, Amos asked the partridge to deliver a message to you."

Yu Ruohuan instinctively knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

"Amos said he’s a man who never forgets a grudge, and told you... to wash your neck and wait."

Upon hearing this, Jiao Long lowered his head even further, as if wishing to vanish into the ground.

A suffocating silence filled the air.

Moments later, Yu Ruohuan’s voice, cold and ghostly like the chill of winter, drifted through the quiet: "Alright, alright. In all my years, this is the first time I’ve encountered someone with such audacious arrogance. Interesting."

Every word seemed like a venomous needle piercing through the skin, causing not only a sharp pain but also a spine-chilling sensation that made one’s hair stand on end.

Suddenly, a shrill phone ringtone shattered the oppressive atmosphere.

Yu Ruohuan took out her phone and saw that the call was from her father. Thinking it was yet another lecture, she hung up without hesitation.

Immediately after, her mother’s number appeared on the screen.

An unsettling premonition gnawed at Yu Ruohuan’s mind. She answered the call and brought the phone to her ear.

"Huanhuan, your grandmother is sick."

Yu Ruohuan frowned deeply, "Grandmother’s health was always robust, wasn’t it? The doctors said living past 100 shouldn’t be a problem. How did she suddenly fall ill?"

"Many doctors have come to the house, and your father is back too. He just called you but you didn’t answer—he seems upset. You should come home quickly."

Yu Ruohuan felt her chest tighten, "I’ll be back right away."

Ending the call, Yu Ruohuan no longer concerned herself with Amos and immediately instructed the driver to take her to the Four Seasons Manor.

When Yu Ruohuan arrived at Songhe Courtyard, a crowd had already gathered under the eaves.

They included household staff from the courtyard and medical experts who had rushed in.

Upon seeing Yu Ruohuan, Han Yue approached her immediately.

"How is my grandmother?"

Han Yue shook her head grimly, "It’s not looking good. She’s been rambling incoherently and cannot be woken no matter what."

Yu Ruohuan’s gaze sharpened as it locked onto Han Yue’s face, "How exactly have you been taking care of her?"

Han Yue’s expression turned deeply unsettled.

"Enough, don’t be so hard on them," Wei Zhuhua stepped out from the house.

"The old madam is advanced in age; it’s normal for her to have small illnesses. Han Yue and the others have taken diligent care of her—I’ve seen this for myself."

Han Yue looked at Wei Zhuhua with an expression of gratitude. In the entire Yu family, only the lady of the household had a gentle temperament. The other Yu family members treated the servants as mere punching bags, but Wei Zhuhua would always consider their perspective with some sympathy.

Yu Ruohuan replied irritably, "Mom, you’re too gentle—they’ve taken advantage of you. You’re the mistress of the Yu family, you should carry yourself with the authority fitting of that position!"

"Alright, go inside and check on your grandmother," Wei Zhuhua said, cutting her off.

As Yu Ruohuan was about to enter, Wei Zhuhua suddenly grabbed her hand and whispered, "What did you do to anger your father?"

Yu Ruohuan pressed her lips together, "It’s nothing, just a minor thing."

With that, she pulled her hand free and walked inside.

A bitter smell of traditional medicine assaulted her senses as soon as she entered. Mingled within it was an elusive hint of rot and decay—reminiscent of decomposing leaves and insects. The stench churned her stomach.

Perhaps to mask the odor, someone had lit incense in the room. Yet the combination of scents merged to form an even stranger and more unpleasant aroma.

Yu Ruohuan frowned. She disliked coming to her grandmother’s quarters precisely because of that persistent smell of old age. It unsettled her stomach every time, though outwardly she always pretended not to mind.

Her thoughts drifted to her grandmother. Unlike her great-grandmother, her grandmother exuded the refined freshness of quiet elegance—like a gentle lily on a twilight branch. Even in her twilight years, she carried a singular graceful charm.

The thought flashed through her mind briefly before she refocused herself and stepped inside.

In the bedroom, two doctors stood at the bedside of her great-grandmother. One was bending over, inserting needles into her frail form.

Seeing her great-grandmother’s face startled her.

Just days ago, her great-grandmother had looked healthy and vibrant. Today, her appearance was gaunt and skeletal, her complexion ashen and lifeless, as if she were already a different person.

She looked as though she was on the cusp of death.

Her great-grandmother’s eyes were closed, yet her face was etched with anxiety. She mumbled incoherently, her hands flailing in the air as though trying to grasp something invisible—a frightening sight.

Yu Ruohuan’s unease deepened.

Her father stood nearby, his brow furrowed deeply as he watched the scene unfold. His expression reflected his mounting worries.