"Ran, trust me. I'll definitely make something delicious."
Kazuha Toyama went back into the kitchen. All Chen could say was that she was overestimating herself. Just how overconfident did she have to be to say something like that?
"Ran, listen to me. If you don't want to starve—or rather, if you still want to live—go stop her."
Chen patted Ran on the shoulder as he spoke.
"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Ran couldn't help saying. Even if the food Kazuha made might not be very good, saying it could kill someone was surely going too far.
"It's even worse than you imagine. As a victim, I think Uncle Mouri should know best, right?" Chen turned his gaze toward Kogoro Mouri.
Kogoro Mouri immediately nodded. That was right—the food she made had nearly killed him.
"Um, Ran."
Ran glanced at her father, then angrily turned her head away. Clearly, she was still upset with Kogoro Mouri.
"Don't be angry anymore. I was wrong, okay? Dad promises nothing like this will ever happen again," Kogoro Mouri promised Ran.
In truth, it wasn't entirely his fault. He had been deceived—what else could he have done? Still, it had taught Kogoro Mouri a lesson.
"Let it go this time. But if you really want to invest in the future, Dad, you have to know your limits. Don't lose the entire family fortune."
Ran reminded Kogoro Mouri, who gave an awkward laugh.
"But Dad, can't you really catch that guy who ran off with the donations?" Ran asked Kogoro Mouri.
"I heard he's already fled abroad. How am I supposed to catch him? It's impossible. Even if I could catch him, the money is probably gone by now. We'll just have to accept the loss."
Kogoro Mouri spoke angrily. There was nothing else they