The atmosphere in the hospital ward was filled with unspoken tension. The steady beeping of the machines was the only sign that Old Madam Huo was still alive despite being unconscious.
Yue Ning sighed softly, staring at the Matriarch who lay motionless on the bed with a pale face, several tubes attached to her frail body, and an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth. Her condition was delicate.
Huo Feng stood by her bedside, his eyes fixed on the woman who had been his and his sister's pillar of support ever since they lost their parents.
Zhang Yuxiu moved closer to the bedside, her handkerchief pressed tightly to her eyes as she sobbed loudly.
"Mother, how could this have happened? You were even laughing heartily during breakfast. How could Heaven be this cruel?"
Yue Ning brows creased. She had endured enough of the exaggerated display. Finally, she spoke up. Her voice was steady and composed.
