Aunt Fu's lips trembled, unable to utter a word for quite some time. Her aged eyes welled with tears, yet she held them back from falling.
Zhuang Yuezhou reached out and gently patted Aunt Fu's shoulder as a gesture of comfort.
Aunt Fu wiped her eyes, then regained her composure, "Quickly, let's go to the hospital first."
Everyone was hurriedly putting Qiao's father into the car.
Qiao Jingchen sternly said to Aunt Fu, "You're not allowed to go."
Aunt Fu froze below the car, pleading, "Jingchen, I'm not going, I'm feeling uneasy."
"You should have a guilty conscience for life, you should endure suffering. Since you've done it, don't have an afterthought to make amends. Why should we be obligated to forgive you?" After Jingchen finished speaking, he directly closed the car door, leaving Aunt Fu behind.
The car drove away.
Aunt Fu stood there alone, unable to move for a long time, tears streamed down her face, looking extremely sorrowful.
