Although Wei Zhuhua promised to protect Qiao Wan and her child, Qiao Wan’s antics were beyond her control.
"Find a trustworthy doctor. Although I dislike her, she bears a child of the Yu family. Spare her so suffering if possible; I’ve done my utmost duty."
Wei Lai pondered and asked, "Madam, if, and only if, an accident occurs, do we save the adult or the child?"
Wei Zhuhua glanced at him, "What a foolish question; of course, saving the adult is the priority."
"Wait, where’s Yu Fuce? He’s the child’s father. Hurry and find Yu Fuce. If he doesn’t co, then tie him up and bring him."
Following the instructions, Wei Lai imdiately went to handle the matter.
Wei Zhuhua sighed and rubbed her temples in distress.
She recalled years ago, when she was about to give birth to Huanhuan, Yu Fusheng insisted on a business trip despite the certainty of the date. It wasn’t a crucial event, and soone else could have replaced him. Yet he left his wife, about to give birth, to go on the trip.
The delivery was complicated due to the breech position, and the child nearly suffocated from lack of oxygen. She fought with half her life to give birth; that sense of solitude and fear was sothing she never wanted to experience again.
The brothers of the Yu family truly shared the sa blood, equally indifferent and selfish.
Suddenly, Yu Ruohuan’s weak cries ca from the hospital room, prompting Wei Zhuhua to rush in.
Yu Ruohuan’s cheeks were flushed red, shouting to kill soone, seemingly trapped in a nightmare.
Wei Zhuhua hurried forward, "Huanhuan, don’t be afraid, Mom is here."
Yu Ruohuan suddenly grabbed Wei Zhuhua’s hand, her sharp nails digging deeply into the flesh, causing Wei Zhuhua to gasp in pain.
"Shen You’an... I will kill you...."
Each word squeezed out through clenched teeth, filled with a chilling hatred that made Wei Zhuhua’s heart feel cold.
At that mont, Yu Ruohuan opened her eyes.
Her eyes were red with lingering hatred.
Upon seeing Wei Zhuhua, Yu Ruohuan burst into tears, throwing herself into Wei Zhuhua’s embrace.
Wei Zhuhua held her dearly, waiting until Yu Ruohuan sobbed herself exhausted and her emotions slightly cald.
Wei Zhuhua cautiously asked, "Huanhuan, the Shen You’an you just ntioned, who is she? Did she offend you?"
Yu Ruohuan coughed several tis, her face turning red, and Wei Zhuhua offered her so warm water.
"She’s the reason I’m like this. Mom, you must avenge ."
Wei Zhuhua instinctively furrowed her brow. This child, always talking about revenge, why such a heavy aura?
"What grudge exists between you two? Tell in detail."
Yu Ruohuan pursed her lips and avoided eye contact.
Wei Zhuhua understood imdiately; how could she not know the temperant of the child she raised?
"Anyway, my situation is thanks to her. I wish her a dreadful fate. If you’re truly my mother, you must help . Doesn’t Grandpa’s family have connections and money? I refuse to believe we can’t destroy one person in Hua Country."
Wei Zhuhua’s gaze suddenly turned cold, "Yu Ruohuan."
She increased the sternness in her voice, calling out with a serious expression.
Yu Ruohuan snorted, turned over, and lay down, "If you’re not helping , forget it."
Wei Zhuhua shook her head in disappointnt, "You are utterly incorrigible."
Truly, the ideal granddaughter of Old Mrs. Yu.
Yu Ruohuan was hit on a sore spot by her mother, furious and ashad, and chased Wei Zhuhua out of the hospital room.
Wei Zhuhua just sat on the bench outside the hospital room, husband, daughter, each apathetic and selfish, living such a failed life.
Nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart.
After so ti passed, Wei Lai called.
Qiao Wan’s child developed neonatal respiratory syndro due to premature birth, and was sent straight to the neonatal intensive care unit without a glance from the parents. Future complications like cerebral hemorrhage, severe infection, and pulmonary edema might arise.
In short, Old Mrs. Yu’s awaited eldest grandson faces a troubled fate; his survival remains uncertain.
Though Wei Zhuhua despises those parents, the child is innocent, yet must bear the consequences of their sins, truly a tragedy.
She instructed Wei Lai to find the best dical team, compelling them to spare no effort in saving the child.
Yu Fuce had played all night; he was dragged here by Wei Lai’s n, passed out in front of the operating room, while Qiao Wan learned that her child was sent to the intensive care unit, facing multiple complications. Seeing the terribly drunk and disheveled Yu Fuce, her anger surged, disregarding her frail postpartum condition, she grabbed Yu Fuce in emotional outburst, accusing him of letting her and the child down.
This scene was secretly photographed and uploaded online, causing a sensation.
Who would have thought, once-fad fashion star Qiao Wan, would fall into such a pitiful state one day.
This was the plight of being "the other woman." Amidst mockery, netizens didn’t forget to play the educator.
i Qingdai, on this occasion, kept her composure and was nowhere to be seen, simply resting at ho peacefully.
Wei Zhuhua thought about the usually understated sister-in-law, who had beco wise this ti.
Further troubles awaited Wei Zhuhua; the attending physician summoned her to the office.
Yu Ruohuan’s CT scan results were not encouraging; malignant changes couldn’t be ruled out, and a biopsy was further required.
"Impossible, Doctor, my daughter is not even seventeen. How could she have lung cancer?"
The doctor sighed, regretting such misfortune for a young life, "Fortunately, it’s early detection. Early intervention, and with advanced dical technology now, there’s still hope."
Wei Zhuhua walked out of the doctor’s office, finally couldn’t hold back, squatting down to cry in agony.
Despite her disappointnt in Yu Ruohuan, she was her daughter born through exceeding trials, battling past the Ghost Gate. Not expecting great success, only hoping she’d grow into a morally sound adult and live safely and healthily.
Yet this small wish had now beco unattainable.
She thought of the newborn in the intensive care unit.
This is the curse wrought by the Yu family, forcing descendants to bear the burden of karma, each trapped in a cycle of curses.
She hated.
Hated the Old Mrs. Yu’s lack of virtue, hated the aloof Yu n, hated the rotten Yu family
Would accumulating good deeds and breaking free from this, move the Heavenly Dao to spare her daughter?
In this mont of despair, perhaps it was her only hope.
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