Qiao An sipped her soup and couldn't help complaining, "Mu Jingxi, can't you be a bit gentler?"
After all, she was a patient, wasn't she?
Would being gentle kill you?
He even had to settle accounts with her, not considering for a moment that if she hadn't been wary, would she be so foolish as to let others bully her?
She had always been one to hold grudges and repay debts, whether for vengeance or favor.
Would someone like Ji Qingxin endure such grievances and injuries if she didn't truly have something on her, if she didn't genuinely wish for the child to be born safely?
Seeing her despondent little face, Mu Jingxi ultimately couldn't bear to be harsh with her any longer.
She wouldn't know how he felt when he rushed to the hospital today and saw her lying on the ground, beneath her, a floor covered with sharp glass shards.
Nor would she know what he felt when she was in the emergency room, fighting for her life.
