Jiang Beihua impatiently said, "I told you it's not about sending him away; it's for his own good. There are doctors there. I consulted them before, and they said there's a good chance of curing his condition. As for the money, I'll handle it myself, so don't worry."
Wu Cuilan wanted to say something more but was pulled back by Jiang Zhenghui.
"Beihua is right. You want Beiyang to get better soon, don't you?"
Of course, Wu Cuilan wanted her son to recover. After all, he was a part of her. But she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling.
As for Old Mrs. Jiang, her favorite was Jiang Beihua, the sensible child. Since Beihua said so, she didn't even feel the need to ask.
