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  Xue’er’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “Grandma, I don’t need……”


  The old lady did not look at Xue’er, her cloudy eyes were fixed on Mu Sihan. “Sihan, you promised Xue’er’s father that you would take good care of her but you didn’t…… You made her suffer for so many years…… Grandma is begging you now, can’t you promise Grandma?”


  Last words.

  Last words from another of his most important people.

  Mu Sihan’s heart became heavy and stifled.

  It was as if an invisible hand was wrapped around his neck, strangling him.

  “Your father only had one daughter. If he were still alive, he would never let her suffer……”


  Silence.

  A long silence.

  The old lady looked at Mu Sihan stubbornly and when she saw that he was silent, she began to breathe rapidly.

  Finally, Mu Sihan took the old lady’s hand and nodded. “I’ll take care of her.”
……

  After Nan Zhi was chased out of the room by the old lady, she drove back to her apartment but on the way, she suddenly felt uneasy and her heart started to beat faster for no reason. She then drove back to the clubhouse.

  When she arrived at the entrance, there were two waiters standing there and talking in a low voice.

  “I pushed open the door and found the old lady on the ground. Oh my God, fortunately I had done the first aid training, otherwise the old lady would have died in our clubhouse.”


  “The old lady is a high-ranking VIP of our clubhouse so she must be rich! She should be enjoying a happy life, I hope she would be able to take a turn for the better!”


  Nan Zhi heard their conversation and her heart skipped a beat.

  The old lady who the waiters were talking about……

  “Hey, it’s you?” One of the waiters saw Nan Zhi and was surprised. “Weren’t you the one having tea with the old lady?”


  Nan Zhi’s heart sank.

  The fingers hanging by her sides tightened and loosened repeatedly……

  It was not the first time she had come to Renxin Hospital.

  But this time, her mood was unusually heavy and nervous.

  Many doctors and nurses knew her, so after asking which emergency room the old lady was in, she rushed over.

  When Nan Zhi arrived, she heard the old lady’s last words.

  She stood by the door, her hand covering her mouth, her eyelashes were like an injured butterfly trembling nonstop.

  After Mu Sihan’s hoarse voice said, “I’ll take care of her,” the old lady released the hand that was holding Mu Sihan and Xue’er’s hands.

  Her eyes closed slowly.

  Xue’er fell onto the bed, crying gut-wrenchingly. “Grandma? Grandma? Don’t leave me, open your eyes and look at me, please!”


  The tears swimming in Nan Zhi’s eyes fell.

  Did the old lady have a heart attack because she was upset that Nan Zhi did not agree to her request in the room?

  Nan Zhi’s body shook and a chill ran through her body.

  Compared to Xue’er’s cries, Mu Sihan was still holding on. He looked at the doctor in charge, as if he was waiting for his final answer.

  The doctor in charge nodded to Mu Sihan. “Young Master Mu, the Old Madam has passed on.” After a pause, he added, “My condolences for your loss.”


  After the doctor in charge said this, the room fell into a heavy silence.

  Mu Sihan’s tall body swayed, his knees slowly bending down, kneeling beside the old lady. He stretched out his hand, tidying the old lady’s messy white hair. His jaw was clenched tight, his dark eyes red but he was still holding back his tears.