She clutched her chest tightly, her complexion pale as paper.
Chen Zhi was shocked and hurriedly supported her into the house, placing her on the sofa, "Mom, hold on, I'll go get your medicine."
"Xiaozhi..." Chen's mother was in so much pain she couldn't speak.
"Mom, you have to hold on." Chen Zhi, trembling, searched for the pill bottle and, due to her nervousness, spilled a few pills while pouring them.
She brought over some water and hastily fed the medicine to her mother, but it didn't do much to alleviate her severe heart pain.
"Xiaozhi..." Grasping Chen Zhi's hand, her mother looked at her in agony, "Tell mom, is this true?"
"Mom, please don't ask anything, your health is what's important," Chen Zhi couldn't help but cry.
"Xiaozhi, is it true?"
"...Mom, I'm sorry, so sorry..."
Chen's mother knew Chen Zhi well and understood why she did what she did. What else could it be, if not for the cost of her medical care?
"Xiaozhi, it's all mom's fault," she said.
