That voice, it seemed to be speaking about Mrs. Shi right by her ear, yet it remained indistinct, intermittent, unclear. All she could feel was the deep sorrow in the tone, which involuntarily clenched her heart.
Who was it that spoke in her ear? That voice... it was very familiar. Familiar... it seemed like Shi Che’s voice.
Her heart violently trembled, and she widened her eyes in disbelief, her dark pupils fixing in place.
How could it be Shi Che? He had always despised her, and they had divorced just yesterday, so why would he come to find her?
But... if it wasn’t Shi Che, why was the voice so familiar, and why did hearing his voice also make her feel sad?
Ling Chuxia furrowed her brows, trying very hard to recall what the voice had said, if it really was Shi Che, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember.
She couldn’t help but annoyingly slap her own head.
Sister Hua, seeing Ling Chuxia suddenly hitting herself, paused slightly, then hurriedly asked, "Young Madam, you... what are you doing? Why are you hitting yourself all of a sudden?"
Ling Chuxia didn’t know how to explain to Sister Hua, so she could only gently shake her head, "I’m fine."
Unable to remember, there was nothing she could do, and moreover, now was not the time to ponder that issue. She steadied her mind and looked towards Sister Hua again, asking, "How is Madam now?"
"Last night, Madam and the young master had a quarrel, and she got so upset, she went into the hospital," Sister Hua said, glancing at Ling Chuxia with a hint of reproach in her eyes.
Madam had waited so long, finally hoping for a child, the heir of the Shi Family, and before she could even rejoice, the child was gone. She might have lived to see her grandson if it weren’t for the upset.
Ling Chuxia’s heart violently shook again. Shi Che and Madam had a quarrel? Was it because of... the matter of the child? That must be it, no matter whether Madam was pleased with her or not, she was very pleased with the child, and if she knew she was pregnant, she would definitely be happy. But Shi Che did not want the child... and the child... was also gone.
A sourness surged unexpectedly, and Ling Chuxia’s hands tensely swallowed, forcibly suppressing the sourness. She sniffed, her voice slightly hoarse, "Which hospital is Madam in now? I... I would like to visit her."
Although she had divorced Shi Che and was no longer the Young Madam of the Shi Family, nor Madam Shi’s daughter-in-law, Madam had brought her back from the orphanage when she was little and raised her. When she was younger, she had disliked Madam, but now, she felt grateful towards her. Without Madam, she wouldn’t be who she was today.
Therefore, now that Madam was seriously ill, she ought to visit her no matter what.
"Madam is also in this hospital, but in a different area," Sister Hua replied truthfully.
"I’ll go see Madam now," Ling Chuxia said, hurriedly trying to throw off the covers and get out of bed.
Sister Hua quickly held her hand and gently shook her head, "Young Madam, wait until later. I just came back from Madam’s place this morning. She is not in good spirits and needs lots of rest, so it’s not good to disturb her. I think she’s still resting now. How about you wait until later when she’s feeling better before you visit her?"
Ling Chuxia paused in her motion, looked up at Sister Hua, and finally slowly nodded, "Alright."