How could Wanting possibly respond?
She simply didn't care.
"Mom, it's already late. You should go back to your room and rest."
"And your brother?"
"The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. He won't wake up for a while. Just let him lie here; nothing will happen."
Madam Ye looked at her in disbelief, "How can you talk like that? He is your brother!"
"In the future, if I'm not around, the only ones you two siblings can rely on are each other. Why are you so indifferent towards him?!"
Wanting was suddenly reprimanded and was momentarily stunned. Just as she was about to speak, Madam Ye started coughing violently.
She hurriedly supported her, but Madam Ye pushed her away hard, with such force that she fell onto the bed herself. Clutching her chest, the more she coughed, the paler she became. Her whole body shook, as if she was about to cough up a lung. Madam Ye covered her mouth, and when she removed her hand, there was blood on her palm.
"Mom!"
