"..."
Mrs. Zhan was momentarily speechless.
"Zhan Beijue, what are you saying? Do you really want to cut ties with me?"
"You are the only son I have ever had. When your father treated me that way, I didn't divorce him. Do you know why? It was all for you..."
Zhan Beijue interrupted her.
"Can you stop talking? This is a hospital, the emergency room. Your granddaughter is inside being rescued. At a time like this, when her life is hanging by a thread, you're still bringing up my father's past mistakes?"
"..."
"Mom, I really don't understand, how have you become like this?"
Seeing Zhan Beijue's impatient demeanor, Mrs. Zhan felt as if her heart was being pierced.
"Why have I become like this? You tell me, Ajue, you tell me why I've become like this!"
"If you had only listened to my advice and stayed away from that vixen who harms herself and others, would I have to be so naggy? It's all your fault!"
Feeling that he couldn't make her understand, that she would always come back to the same point – that because he was her son, he had to listen to her, resorting to emotional blackmail.
Zhan Beijue didn't want to talk to her anymore.
Just as he was about to call someone to forcibly escort her away, Jingyu suddenly rushed out from behind Jiang Nanfang.
"You are not my grandmother, you are a wicked old witch!"
"I've never met a grandmother as fierce as you! You hit my mommy, you scold my mommy, and you want to kill my sister. You are a bad person!"
"Bad person, bad person, bad woman! Don't you dare disturb the doctors saving my sister, get out of here!"
"How dare you! The elder argues with me, and the younger argues with me. Is this the good upbringing these vixens teach their children?"
Looking at the "ill-behaved" Jingyu, Mrs. Zhan seemed to have found a handle against Jiang Nanfang, and she became even more animated as she spoke to Jiang Nanfang.
"Let me tell you the truth. Don't try to scare me with the children. You can scare Ajue, but you can't scare me!"
"A woman like you, what wouldn't you do to get ahead? It's not even certain if the child is from the Zhan family! What do I have to be afraid of?"
"Even if, for the sake of argument, she is from the Zhan family, so what? A woman like you, how good can the genes of the children you give birth to be?"
"If she's gone, she's gone. There are plenty of excellent girls in the world, and countless more who want to marry into the Zhan family. As long as Ajue likes it, he can have as many children as he wants. Stop using children to threaten me!"
Listen to this, is this even human language?
She doubts the child is from the Zhan family, and even if she is, it doesn't matter if she dies...
At such a critical juncture for the child's life, her words are like salt in Jiang Nanfang's wound!
Jiang Nanfang hadn't wanted to escalate the conflict with her, but hearing these words, she couldn't remain silent any longer.
She rushed forward and pointed at Mrs. Zhan's nose.
"Don't think I won't hit you just because Zhan Beijue is here. You shameless old hag, cursing my daughter to die? I'll rip your mouth apart!"
Mrs. Zhan immediately turned back to call the bodyguards.
"Are you all dead? Why do I pay you so much money? Get her!"
"Drag her out of here, as far as you can. If she ever tries to get within a step of my son again, I'll break her dog legs!"
Zhan Beijue stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Nanfang's arm, and pulled her back, shielding her behind him.
"Stop talking. You are you, and I am me. Please remember that from now on. Your will does not represent mine, so stop speaking for me to her."
"Please leave immediately. Stop shouting here. Otherwise, I'll call security."
After speaking, Zhan Beijue dragged his furious mother towards the elevator.
Seeing everyone's backs recede, Jingyu obediently and sadly reached for Jiang Nanfang's hand.
"Mommy, don't worry too much about sister. We all love her, and we sincerely hope she gets better. She will definitely be alright."
"Don't cry. Sister told me before that she hates seeing you cry the most."
But Jiang Nanfang couldn't help it.
She squatted down, hugged Jingyu tightly, and her tears of grievance and regret fell onto his small shoulders.
Poor children, why did they have to be born to me, Jiang Nanfang, instead of choosing so many good parents in the world?
Mommy is incompetent and cannot protect you.
From the moment you were born, you have been suffering, and now, to think that...
What happened to sweetie today, and what will happen to Jingyu in the future.
As a mother, Jiang Nanfang's heart was constantly in turmoil, and she felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.
She really couldn't take any more hardship.
Jingyu stood, and she knelt, crying silently, releasing the pressure through her tears.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Nanfang's phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
In the depths of her heart, she felt as if someone was bringing her hope.
She quickly stopped crying and took out her phone.
As it turned out, it was Ke Jingyu calling her.
Although it was not appropriate to take work calls at this time, Mr. Ke had always treated her well, and Jiang Nanfang couldn't transfer her personal emotions to him.
"Hello," she answered, her voice hoarse. "Mr. Ke."
"Nanfang. I'm at the First People's Hospital in Nancheng right now. Where are you?"
"...You are in Nancheng First... Is something wrong with you?"
"No. A while ago, I accidentally heard Ke Teng talking about you. I heard that Jingyu, who shares my name, is in some trouble, and I wanted to come see him."
"..."
"Although I haven't met this child, I feel a connection with him. Moreover, I've brought something you need. Nanfang, you won't refuse me, will you?"
Jiang Nanfang wondered if she had heard correctly.
Ke Jingyu personally came to find her, and he brought what she needed?
What could it be? A heart transplant that matches Jingyu?
She immediately told him her location.
Soon, Ke Jingyu, accompanied by two staff members carrying briefcases, emerged from the central elevator.
Jiang Nanfang, with Jingyu, greeted them at the door. As the door opened and he saw the cute and handsome Jingyu, Ke Jingyu immediately smiled.
"Not bad. You look like the child of someone like you. So young, yet so handsome and distinguished. I like him."
He emerged with kind eyes, squatted down, and took a toy prepared by his staff, handing it to Jingyu.
"This is our first meeting. I heard you like Iron Man, so I'm giving this to you. My name is also Jingyu, we're fated to meet, let's shake hands."
This man had an extraordinary aura and an imposing presence, clearly a remarkable individual.
Such a remarkable person was being so friendly to her?
Jingyu unconsciously reached out to shake his hand.
Just as he extended his hand, the elevator door in front of him opened again.
Daddy was back after sending away the wicked grandmother.
Upholding the principle of not betraying his father, Jingyu quickly retracted his hand.
"Daddy."
Hearing him call out like that, Ke Jingyu knew Zhan Beijue had returned.
He slowly stood up and turned around with a smile.