"Mom!"
Li Juxiang rushed over and hugged Liu Jinxia, pulling her down from the bed.
Had she been a moment later, Liu Jinxia's hands would have been on the elderly person's neck, and with the elderly person already in a critically ill state, how he would pass away was uncertain.
Liu Jinxia kicked her legs fiercely as she was being dragged back, and cursed venomously:
"You old beast, you're not human, you old beast, you're worthless!"
You're dying, and in the pursuit of relief, you've spilled all sorts of old, trivial secrets. What about Liu Jinxia?
She's already at such an old age, with a daughter and granddaughter, and the end of her life is in sight. How could she truly care about her origins now?
Whether she was born to her parents, or carried away by some traffickers, what significance does it hold for her now?
Besides, her mother didn't reveal this matter before her death, intending to keep it from her. And now you, with your big mouth, as you itching to spill it out?
