Seeing that Su Qingyue was truly alright, Qinghe let go of some worry, "Yinzhu, you stay in the room and keep Qingyue company. I can return to Elegant Garden by myself."
"That works." Su Qingyue didn't insist. Watching Qinghe's retreating figure on the wheelchair, she thought to herself that he was indeed considerate.
Approaching the window, she stared at the pitch-black curtain of rain outside, recalling third brother's reckless and frantic actions on the street, as if he wanted to exhaust himself to death.
Her heart ached, ached for him.
With her medical skill, even at a distance, she could confirm that third brother was unharmed.
Her hand unconsciously rested on her belly, where already lay the fruit of her and third brother's union.
The Xiao couple wouldn't even tolerate her, let alone the baby in her womb.
Nor could she tolerate the Xiao Family any longer.
Her patience was exhausted.
She had no regrets about the current situation.
