When Song Jiaping returned his mother to the nursing home, Zhu Qin hummed a song along the way, seeming to be in a very good mood.
He knew that the death of Huangfu Shaohua had somewhat eased the pain and hatred that had been accumulated in his mother's heart for many years, as if heaven had avenged her.
Upon arriving at his mother's room, he intended to have her lie down before checking the surveillance footage there to see exactly how his mother had sneaked out.
But as soon as Zhu Qin lay down, she sat up excitedly and said, "Heaven has dealt with her; she finally got her retribution."
Song Jiaping nodded repeatedly, only echoing her, "Yes, revenge has been served. Mom, but how did you know about this?"
Zhu Qin pointed to the newspaper in the room and said, "I saw the obituary on it. I want to make her accompany her son. As long as I stab her with a knife, it will be more satisfying than anything!"
"Mom, do you even know what you're doing? If you kill her, you'll have to pay with your life!" Song Jiaping advised, "I just want you to enjoy your old age and stop thinking about those things. I work in their group, and there will always be opportunities to help you get revenge. Don't do this again in the future..."
"There are no more opportunities; I can't wait any longer," Zhu Qin said, her expression dimming again.
Song Jiaping covered her with the blanket again and said, "Mom, don't think too much, try to sleep."
Zhu Qin closed her eyes, a smile still on her face, and said, "If I'm gone, you can do whatever you want, and I won't be able to control you anymore."
"Mom..."
Zhu Qin waved her hand at him and stopped speaking, as if she had fallen asleep.
Only then could Song Jiaping find time to look for the person in charge of the nursing home. They were responsible for such an incident.
He first checked the surveillance footage and discovered that his mother had made preparations. She had sneaked out during the break when the staff were changing shifts.
Throughout the entire process, his mother was more clear-headed than ever. The staff had been negligent, but no one could have stopped his mother once she had made up her mind to leave.
He calmly did not pursue the nursing home's responsibility but instead earnestly instructed the director to keep a close eye on his mother.
The director breathed a sigh of relief and said to him, "Your mother has lived here for so many years, and of course, we will take good care of her. However, it's not just her mental condition that has worsened; her physical health has also developed major problems. This is her recent physical examination report; please take a look."
Song Jiaping took the physical examination report and, after opening it, stared at the conclusion on the first page, stunned.
"I suggest you transfer your mother to the oncology department of a major hospital. As you can see, her lung cancer is already in the advanced stage. If she continues to stay here, even if you give up treatment later, we won't be able to provide her with pain relief."
Song Jiaping asked, "Why wasn't it discovered earlier?"
"As you know, our regular check-ups here cannot detect it. It's because we recently introduced a new enhanced CT scanner that we discovered your mother's lung cancer," the director said. "Of course, how to proceed and what treatment to undergo depends on your decision."
"I'll contact a specialized hospital for her right away." Song Jiaping held the report, his heart trembling. Did his mother know she had a terminal illness, which made her want to stab Wu Xiufang directly and end years of grievances?
As her son, he hadn't fulfilled his mother's wish for revenge, and at this moment, he felt utterly useless.
...
When Daisy woke up, she found herself lying in a bed in an unknown place, and her clothes had been changed.
She sat up in a panic. The room was luxuriously decorated, but she remembered never having been to this place before. Could it be a hotel room?
Also, her clothes had been changed into a loose dress. Where were her original clothes, and who had changed them for her?
She couldn't help but feel nervous. Just then, a maid appeared before her and said, "Miss Daisy, don't worry, I'm the one who changed your dress."
"Who are you, and where is this place?" Daisy stood up and asked defensively.
The maid introduced herself, "My name is Sister Fen, and I am the head maid here. This is a place specially prepared by Madam for you to have your baby. Please stay here with peace of mind."
Daisy could sense a coolness in Sister Fen's tone, indicating that she didn't like her, or rather, harbored hatred towards her.
"What Madam, what prenatal care? Where's my phone? I want to leave here!" Daisy's attitude was firm as she looked for her previous clothes and handbag.
Sister Fen said coldly, "For the health of the fetus, mobile phones are prohibited during your prenatal care here."
"What right do you have to prohibit me!" Daisy said, pushing her aside, intending to leave.
Sister Fen steadied herself and said expressionlessly, "You don't need to rush home. Madam will send people to take care of your parents. But if you don't stay here and have your baby with peace of mind, your parents might mysteriously disappear from this world."
Daisy couldn't help but look at the Sister Fen before her. This woman didn't look like a normal person at all; she looked more like a robot.
Sister Fen had short, ear-length hair, all meticulously combed back. She had a square face and a stern expression, like a machine.
Hearing the threatening words, Daisy angrily grabbed her collar, but she felt no strength in her hands. She realized she was still weak all over.
Sister Fen easily grabbed her hand away and said, "Madam said your fists are very powerful and feared you might be rough with us maids. She has already found someone to seal a vital acupoint on your body. You might not even be able to beat me in a fight now."
Daisy couldn't believe it. She tried to swing her fist and found that she indeed couldn't exert any strength. Hearing this Sister Fen constantly mention "Madam," she asked, "Who is this Madam you're talking about? I don't know you at all, let alone this so-called Madam you speak of..."
"You do know her; you just caused the death of her son," Sister Fen interrupted.
Daisy immediately knew who had brought her here and said, "Madam Huangfu, are you mistaken? I don't even know who the father of this child is, so how can she be so sure and drag me here."
Sister Fen glanced at her belly and said, "You don't need to worry about this. When you reach a sufficient month, you can have an amniocentesis, and everything will be clear."
"I want to see Madam Huangfu. She can't do this, and you can't do this to me..."
"This is the room where Young Master lived," Sister Fen said heartache, "He's gone, shouldn't you leave him some descendants?"
"Shaohua lived here too?" Daisy wanted to search for traces of him in the room.
Sister Fen did not answer her, only saying, "Don't think I'm threatening you. Now that Madam has lost her most cherished son, she's capable of anything. For the sake of your parents, you should stay here honestly until you give birth."
After saying that, Sister Fen turned and left the room.