Su Sanlang looked at Chen Hu, who was sobbing, and felt extremely guilty. He secretly blamed himself.
At this critical juncture, he could not help him at all. In fact, he seemed so powerless to even comfort him.
After venting his emotions for a while, Chen Hu stood up and wiped his face. "Third Brother, thank you. Go back to sleep. I'm going back too. I can't let her go without seeing me for the last time."
Chen Hu's heart was aching. He had waited ten months for his son to come. He did not even have the time to celebrate, but now he had to face the pain of losing his wife. His heart seemed to be torn in two.
He and Madam Qian supported each other through thick and thin. Their relationship was irreplaceable.
He wasn't willing to accept the bitter truth, but there was no escaping it. He had to go back. He had to be with her. He couldn't allow her not to see him one last time.
