"Mother!" Lele called out again, wondering if his mother was blaming him for not telling her.
Seeing the cautious and slightly frightened look on his little face, Yang Chuxia's heart felt another sting. She stretched out her arm, pulled him close, and said, "Good child, be good. Mother doesn't blame you. Take your brother inside first. It's very late, and children shouldn't go to bed so late. Mother will take care of father, and I'll think of something. Your father will certainly be alright, don't worry."
"Mother, but Uncle still doesn't know about the medicine." Upon hearing her words, Lele quickly responded.
"Isn't Uncle researching it? Uncle is very capable, we have to believe in him, right?" Yang Chuxia patted both of her sons' heads again. "Alright, go get some rest. And remember, since Dad didn't want you to tell me, you shouldn't tell Dad that I know, okay?"
"Ah?" Lele was troubled. Why was that?
