"Mother, that's my child, my poor child! I've already stopped fighting with her, stopped competing with her, haven't I done enough? Haven't I done enough?" Jillian Carter shouted through tears.
"Enough! Utter nonsense!"
"Jillian Carter! Haven't you had enough!"
Suddenly, two angry roars echoed through the ward.
One from Granny Carter, who could no longer stand to listen.
And the other, surprisingly, came from Joseph Shaw, supporting Old Sir Carter.
"Jillian Carter, saying these things, does your conscience not sting?" Joseph Shaw released Old Sir Carter and walked step by step towards the sickbed.
At this moment, he was as cold as ice.
The expression on his face was terrifyingly grim.
Faced with Jillian Carter's anguish over losing her child, he showed no compassion.
Not even a little.
All he had was despair towards Jillian Carter.
"Jillian Carter, I really don't know how I can save you anymore. Jillian Carter, tell me, how can I still save you!"
