The soft beeping of a heart monitor filled the quiet room. A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air. Snow Jiang was seated at the bedside, gently adjusting the blanket over her mother's frail legs. Her fingers brushed against the cold skin of Madam Jiang's hand, and her eyes softened with sadness.
Snow Jiang blew out a sigh of relief for almost getting caught. If she had arrived just a few minutes late, everything would have fallen apart.
Thankfully, her hidden guard had sent the message just in time. She had sprinted up the stairs like a madwoman because the elevator was stuck and in use. If she looked slightly unwell and her breathing unsteady… Well, that was the reason.
"How many times do I have to tell you to always cover yourself?" Snow Jiang said with a little hmph.
"I just wanted some fresh air, I've been in this room for so long, can't I look out the window?" Madam Jiang said, folding her arms across her chest.
