After witnessing her son commit suicide right in front of her, Mrs. Xiao was so shocked that she suffered a nervous breakdown. Now hearing her son say these incomprehensible words, she felt she was about to be frightened to death again.
"Who died? Who's the murderer? What nonsense is Qing'er talking? Doctor, Doctor, come quickly and take a look!" Mrs. Xiao was scared, truly scared. She dared not force her son anymore; if something really happened, how could she continue to live?
"What on earth did Li Jirou do to offend you, that you treated her like that? What did she do to offend you, tell me!"
Xiao Shiqing waved the doctor's hand away, pushed himself to sit up, and glared angrily at his mother.
Because of his struggle, blood seeped through his heart wound, staining the gauze—an alarming sight.
Mrs. Xiao was in utter panic, "What nonsense are you talking about? How did mother treat Li Jirou? Didn't she marry the Heir Pei? Son, are you confused due to illness?"
