"You're lying. My mom would turn off her phone for work 24 hours a day. And before the surgery, I clearly heard you calling her outside. Did she not come? Does she simply not care whether I live or die?" Qin Yue's eyes reddened as she spoke.
Mrs. Qin hastily said, "No, your mom came, but she had some urgent matter and had to leave. She said she would come to see you again in the evening."
"You don't have to cover for her. I know she just doesn't like me." Qin Yue bit her lower lip, stubbornly holding back her tears.
"Grandma, why? Why do other mothers treasure their children while my mom doesn't love me at all? If she doesn't love me, then why did she give birth to me in the first place?"
Mrs. Qin felt so distressed that her eyes grew warm. She comforted her by saying, "Silly child, don't think nonsense. There isn't a mother who doesn't love her child. Your mom really has important matters to attend to. She will be back soon to stay with you."
