Mrs. Zhou emerged from the operating room after four full hours had passed.
She had been sitting outside waiting the entire time, and as she didn’t leave, naturally, Rong Shaoze didn’t either.
Looking at Mrs. Zhou’s frame, which had become nothing but skin and bones, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but sigh.
Illness is truly torturous, and all she could hope for was for those she loved to be healthy. Yet her mother had severe high blood pressure, and Xiaocong... his eyes could no longer see...
Rong Shaoze immediately found a caregiver to look after Mrs. Zhou around the clock, and then, without staying a moment longer, he pulled Lin Xinlan away.
This time she did not resist and obediently got into the car with him.
As the man started the car, she glanced at him and said indifferently, "Thank you for hiring a caregiver for her. I thought you were truly cold and heartless."
Rong Shaoze glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his smile devoid of any emotion, "I just don’t want you hanging around her all the time. Do you really think I care if she lives or dies?"
"Regardless, you did do a good deed."
The man scoffed in his heart; he didn’t have a kind bone in his body, nor did he do good deeds. He only did what was advantageous to him and what he wanted to do.
Back at the villa, Rong Shaoze arranged for Old Gu to prepare the traditional medicine for Lin Xinlan to consume.
After taking the medicine, the man sat on the couch, wrapping his arms around her, and after a moment of silence suddenly said, "I’m sorry."
Lin Xinlan slightly turned her head to meet his gaze.
His long, thick eyelashes drooped as he spoke softly, "You got sick because of me. Don’t worry, I will definitely not let those who framed us go unpunished."
His child couldn’t die in vain; certain people must pay a heavy price.
Whoever crossed Rong Shaoze should be prepared to descend into hell.
"How you fight is none of my business, just keep me out of it," Lin Xinlan said indifferently.
She just wanted to remain an outsider, waiting for the chance to withdraw completely and return to her former life.
Whether it’s Rong Shaoze, Rong Mingyan, or Qiao Yiyang, they were merely passersby in her life; she hadn’t considered getting involved for anyone.
Rong Shaoze’s lips curled into a smile. Lin Xinlan’s indifferent words pleased him, as they implied that Qiao Yiyang meant nothing to her.
As long as she didn’t get involved, he could act with confidence and boldness.
Rong Shaoze did not bring up the matter in front of her again; it was as though he had completely forgotten about taking revenge.
But behind the scenes, he had already started to act.
The first step he decided to take was to bring Rong Mingyan down from his high horse, to make him fall from heaven to hell, and to suffer a great deal.
The hospital called Lin Xinlan, telling her that Mrs. Zhou had woken up and wanted to see her.
After informing Rong Shaoze, who couldn’t stop her, he arranged for a driver to take her there.
When she arrived at the hospital room, Mrs. Zhou was struggling to reach for a glass, wanting to drink water.
Lin Xinlan hurried over to help her and looked after her as she drank, for which Mrs. Zhou smiled gratefully, "Miss Lin, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a very kind woman. I’m really thankful for your help this time. I don’t know how I can repay your great kindness."
"Auntie, it was just a small effort on my part, you don’t have to worry about it. How are you feeling? Any discomfort?" Xinlan asked.
Mrs. Zhou smiled and replied, "Much better, but honestly, when someone is as close to death as I am, how the body feels doesn’t really matter."
Lin Xinlan wanted to say something comforting, but not a single word came out.
She only had a few days left to live, a fact that made everything else feel insincere.