Ye Chuyi staggered several steps backward before she steadied herself, exhausted from the high-intensity surgery followed by a whole night of caregiving.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked coldly at Lin Yueqin, "Madam didn't call them? Did either of them answer the phone? Has anyone called Madam back?"
"You say I want to kill Madam, but in fact, it's you who wants to kill her. You desperately tried to stop her from coming to the hospital for a check-up, and even after she ran out of medicine, you wouldn't let her come back to the hospital for more. Lin Yueqin, Madam has been so good to you, and this is how you repay her?"
At this, Lin Yueqin flew into a rage, "How dare you talk back to me? You little beast, to think you would frame and slander me—I have been nothing but loyal to Madam! I wish for her health more than anyone!"
She yelled, stepping forward to grab Ye Chuyi's clothes and raising her hand to slap her across the face.
"Stop."
