Ke Jingyu had persevered for half his life, building such a vast business empire, all for this only son.
If Ke Teng were to have an accident…
She was a heinous criminal, deserving of death, a thousand deaths insufficient to atone for her sins!
Her life was worthless, and no one cared if she died. Why, then, was it not her who suffered an accident, but Ke Teng, whom she could not repay?
Thinking of this, Jiang Nanfang truly hated Zhan Beijue's mother, Zhou Wanjun.
How could there be such a vicious and cruel woman in the world?
For her own selfish desires, she would ruin a young man’s entire life.
Why was she so psychologically twisted?
“Why are you still here and not leaving? Isn’t your mother dead? Don’t you need to mourn and hold a funeral?”
Because of Ke Teng’s accident, Jiang Nanfang had no mood for romance anymore.
Because Zhan Beijue was Zhou Wanjun’s son, she suddenly didn’t find him as endearing as before.
“Or do you also think she deserved to die and should just go like this?”
“Zhan Beijue, you shouldn’t be talking to me anymore. You know how much she hates me, she’d rather die with me than let us be together.”
“As her obedient son, don’t you intend to fulfill her dying wish? If we continue this unclear relationship, her soul will not rest, and she’ll haunt me even as a ghost, won’t she?”
Jiang Nanfang spoke in anger, and Zhan Beijue knew it.
Though her words were harsh, he couldn't refute them.
But no matter how extreme or impulsive his mother was, or how harsh she was to others, her love for him, her own son, was real.
Even if everyone in the world hated her, he could not truly abandon her.
“I know you are very emotional right now and hate her, and I know she indeed did wrong. So, I apologize to you on her behalf.”
“I’m sorry, Nanfang. No one wanted things to turn out this way.”
“Although Ke Teng hasn’t woken up yet, I will do my best to find doctors to treat him. Even if he needs my care for the rest of his life, please don’t be so pessimistic.”
Ke Teng isn’t dead?
For Jiang Nanfang at this moment, there was no better news in the world.
Falling from such a height, not being dead wouldn't mean he was in a good state.
Jiang Nanfang suddenly found strength, struggling to prop herself up with her arms.
“Ke Teng is alive? That’s wonderful! Where is he now? I want to see him! Hurry, take me to see him!”
Zhan Beijue rolled his wheelchair forward a step and placed his hand on hers.
“He is still in a coma. Ke Jingyu is very agitated right now, and I suggest you don’t go, lest…”
Ke Jingyu is also here?
Of course. With his son in trouble, how could a father not come to see him?
However, seeing his once lively son in this state, he must have felt like killing someone.
Jiang Nanfang didn’t know how long she had been in a coma, how long she had been escaping.
But now that she was awake, she would never run away again.
“Don’t worry about me, tell me where he is, I want to see him!”
Jiang Nanfang threw Zhan Beijue’s hand away.
“Your current condition is really not suitable for going. The doctor said you cannot be stimulated any further…”
“Stop pretending to be kind to me!” Jiang Nanfang suddenly became very irritable.
“If it weren’t for you, and your unreasonable mother, would things have turned out like this?”
“Ke Teng was right, I am a pig, a love-struck fool who likes to repeat mistakes!”
“If I hadn’t liked you back then, if I hadn’t fantasized about marrying you, if I hadn’t given birth to your child, if I hadn’t returned to Nancheng, none of this would have happened!”
“But it’s too late to say anything now. I finally realize that we are incompatible, Zhan Beijue. Getting close to you only brings me misfortune!”
“Stop talking to me. You’d better pray that Ke Teng can wake up soon, otherwise, I’ll dig up your mother’s grave to avenge him!”
Saying this, she stumbled off the bed and rushed out of the ward without regard.
Zhan Beijue, sitting in his wheelchair, could only watch her run out.
With a look of dejection, he followed behind.
Jiang Nanfang grabbed a nurse at random and asked for Ke Teng’s room number.
Soon, the ward door was pushed open, and she lunged inside.
In the spacious and bright ward, there was only one bed, some regular medical equipment, and a chair.
A person lay quietly on the bed, with bandages around his head and an oxygen mask on his face, looking extremely weak.
Beside him sat a tall but thin man, his head bowed.
After a night’s sleep, the once dashing and spirited man had graying temples and a face full of sorrow.
Looking at the Ke father and son like this, Jiang Nanfang almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
She slowly approached Ke Jingyu, trying to speak several times before finally managing a sound.
“Mr. Ke…”
Several seconds passed before Ke Jingyu slowly looked up.
He glanced at Jiang Nanfang expressionlessly, then lowered his head again.
“You’re awake?”
With a “thump,” Jiang Nanfang knelt before him.
“I’m sorry, how is Ke Teng? I’m sorry to you, I’m sorry to Ke Teng. I deserve to die.”
“His brain suffered a severe trauma. The doctors say he might never wake up again.”
Ke Jingyu’s tone was mournful.
“Since childhood, Ke Teng only ever praised you, this one girl, in front of me. I never expected you to disappoint him so much.”
The young master of the Ke Group had become a vegetative state.
Besides dying and apologizing, Jiang Nanfang truly didn’t know what else she could say to Ke Jingyu.
“If time could turn back, if the scene could be swapped. Mr. Ke, I swear to you, I would rather it be me who had the accident!”
“It’s meaningless to say these things now,” Ke Jingyu interrupted her.
“Now, I only want to know one thing. What exactly happened upstairs between the few of you at the last moment? Why did A Teng fall down with that woman?”
With a creak, the door was pushed open again.
Jiang Nanfang saw Zhan Beijue rolling his wheelchair in with her peripheral vision.
Ke Jingyu continued.
“You have been in a coma for five days. During these five days, the police have issued a preliminary conclusion. They suspect that due to emotional disputes, A Teng voluntarily pushed Ms. Zhou, causing the accidental fall.”
“But I don’t believe it. Now, I want to hear you say it yourself, Nanfang, is what they speculated true?”
“Of course not!”
Even though Zhan Beijue was staring at her intently, seemingly wanting to preserve the last bit of dignity for his deceased mother,
Jiang Nanfang still revealed the truth without hesitation.
“Zhou Wanjun had a premeditated plan before she came to the hospital that day! She had taken poison and intended to jump off the building in front of me, to fake the scene and frame me as if I had pushed her!”
“Ke Teng was dragged down with her when he was trying to pull her back! He never intended to harm her!”
Ke Jingyu looked as if he had expected this.
“Then why didn’t the police mention Zhou Wanjun taking the medicine at all? Nor did they say any evidence of her taking medication was found on her.”
“Impossible. Unless they fabricated the evidence!”