Old Mrs. Zhan was filled with righteous indignation, and Ningwan could only listen from the side.
She thought to herself, luckily the old lady didn't know that I was the one treating Mrs. Yan's son. Otherwise, she'd definitely be furious again.
"Ningwan, tell me, should I let Hanjue know about this? Should I tell him?" After a while of indignation, Old Mrs. Zhan suddenly asked with a heavy heart.
Ningwan said, "I don't think there's any need to tell him; it wouldn't make any difference to him. He can't heal anyone and he wouldn't be able to help either."
"It's not about treating the illness," Old Mrs. Zhan said. "It's that I think... sigh, in all these years, even though Hanjue doesn't say anything, I know he's been holding onto something in his heart, never forgetting that woman. It's just out of consideration for me that he's never looked for her. If he finds out his mother has come back, looking for him, he'd definitely be very happy."
Perhaps it's because of old age.
