Saying this, Yu Tianyou hurried out with Liu Ruohua.
Soon after, the sound of disordered footsteps rose, and Yu Tianyou and Liu Ruohua entered, each holding a child, followed by two middle-aged women who appeared to be nannies.
"Miss An, these two are my son, Yu Zifang, and my daughter, Yu Aiyuan." Yu Tianyou turned to the children and said softly, "Xiao Fang, Xiao Yuan, this is your Sister An."
No sooner had Yu Tianyou finished the introductions than Yu Zifang, and Yu Aiyuan, the little buns, obediently greeted her: "Hello, Sister An!"
The soft, glutinous voices of the little buns simply melted An Yiqing’s heart. She squatted down and looked clearly into the eyes of the two similar-looking kids. Yu Zifang resembled his father with thick eyebrows and large eyes and a bright smile showing his white teeth. Yu Aiyuan looked somewhat more delicate and shared a similar temperament with her mother, Liu Ruohua.
These children, being descendants of the Yu Family, were outstanding in appearance and should have been the pride of heaven. However, An Yiqing saw in their eyes a maturity and steadiness beyond their years, as well as a hint of weariness.
Despite their good looks, both children were pale, with dark circles under their eyes. Their bodies weren’t especially weak, but compared to other children their age, they lacked a certain vivacity. An Yiqing couldn’t help but lament in her heart, "How could they be as carefree as other children when they have been tortured by illness since birth?"
"Xiao Fang, Xiao Yuan, hello," An Yiqing said affectionately as she gently touched the heads of the little buns. "Sister wants to treat your illness. Can Xiao Fang and Xiao Yuan stretch out your arms for me?"
With the children’s consent, An Yiqing first took Yu Zifang’s pulse.
In just a few minutes, An Yiqing’s brow grew tighter and tighter. She had thought that these children merely suffered from an unusual disease but didn’t expect that...
"Miss An, have you discovered anything?" Liu Ruohua asked cautiously, afraid of interrupting An Yiqing’s train of thought.
The girl didn’t speak. She reached out again to check Yu Aiyuan’s pulse, and sure enough! It was the same as Yu Zifang’s!
"Mr. Yu, Madam Yu," An Yiqing said with a serious face, looking at Yu Tianyou and Liu Ruohua, "Over these ten years, what have all the renowned doctors you’ve consulted said?"
"They?" Yu Tianyou and Liu Ruohua exchanged a puzzled look and said, "Some said it was an innate disease; others called it incurable. The opinions varied, and they prescribed many kinds of medicine, but there was no improvement. Miss An, is there a problem?"
"Has no one discovered that these children are poisoned?" An Yiqing furrowed her brow, her complexion not too good.
"Poisoned?!" Liu Ruohua exclaimed in shock, her cherry lips parting in disbelief.
"Miss An, are you serious?" Yu Tianyou asked, his heart jolted, unsure.
"Of course, it’s true." An Yiqing nodded and continued, "Xiao Fang and Xiao Yuan have been poisoned with a rare poison called Merciful Mother’s Tears. This poison is colorless and tasteless and is non-toxic to normal people. However, if it is ingested by a woman during pregnancy, it can be passed onto the baby through the mother. As a result, the child born will suffer from continual vomiting of blood and convulsions without it being lethal. Mr. Yu, the person who administered this poison has unimaginably malicious intentions. You and your wife should think carefully—exactly who bears such a deep grudge against you!"
An Yiqing’s words stunned Yu Tianyou and Liu Ruohua. They stood there, frozen, struggling to process the shocking news they had just heard.