Fu Lianhua's heart missed a beat. Her shoulders stiffened before she could help it. Almost instinctively, her eyes darted upstairs—toward the room where Dr. Chen and his entourage had gone minutes earlier.
Composing herself quickly, she forced a soft smile and stepped forward, her tone smooth and warm.
"Your father is resting upstairs," she said. "The doctor just went in to check on him. Do you… want to see him?"
The moment the word doctor left her lips, Fu Jingrong's expression shifted. The calm veil cracked, revealing something sharper beneath—an edge of urgency.
Without another word, he strode toward the staircase, his long legs eating the distance in brisk steps. The suddenness of his movement sent a ripple of unease through Fu Lianhua.
Sensing something was wrong, she quickly followed, the sharp clicks of her high heels chasing after him.
"Jingrong—what is it? What's the matter?" she asked breathlessly.
