Song Zhen came out of the room.
But his aide told him, "Madam just left; she left you a note."
Song Zhen took it and saw that it was Gu Xinzhou's handwriting: Song Zhen, I've gone home. I need to check on McDull and ask about mom's condition. Please take care of George for me, I'll bring over some cooked millet porridge tomorrow morning, take care of yourself. I will miss you, Gu Xinzhou.
Song Zhen's heart, originally filled with loss, gradually settled as he read her note.
He felt like his life had entered a world he had never known before.
Bright, warm, sweet.
He carefully stored the note and entered George's room.
The little boy on the bed moved slightly, and Song Zhen smiled, "Is George awake?"
Hearing Song Zhen's voice, George immediately opened his eyes and looked at him excitedly, "Uncle!"
Song Zhen walked over with a smile, his eyes filled with warm and tender light, which he cast upon George.
The villa.
Gu Xinzhou returned home, where Lan Baozhen and McDull were dining in the dining room.
After washing her hands, Gu Xinzhou hurried to join them.
Because she had held George's small hand and stayed by his bed for hours today, Gu Xinzhou was in a very good mood.
Midway through the meal, she remembered, "Eh, hasn't dad come back yet? Is he at the hospital with mom?"
McDull swung his little radish legs, eating and saying, "Grandpa got a call this morning and rushed out! He didn't even finish his breakfast! I didn't see him when I came back from school this afternoon either!"
"He ran out after a call?" Gu Xinzhou looked at Lan Baozhen, "Grandma, is there something wrong with my dad?"
"Who can control him?" Lan Baozhen sighed, "Zhouzhou, don't ask me about your father's affairs anymore. This house is yours, I'm living with you. If he comes to live here too, he's staying in his daughter's home, and I can't stop him. But from now on, don't bring up topics about him to me, I'm not interested."
It was already dark, and Gu Yibo hadn't returned.
Apparently, Gu Yibo was still busy dealing with Gu Xinfei's affairs.
Lan Baozhen grew more and more angry!
If Fang Lingwei woke up and knew the hardships Zhouzhou had endured, and saw Gu Yibo continuously striving for Gu Xinfei, would she not be frustrated enough to spit blood and pass away?
All of a sudden, Lan Baozhen put down her utensils: "I'm not eating anymore!"
Gu Xinzhou could tell that her grandmother was heartbroken because of her father's actions.
Looking at Lan Baozhen's back, Gu Xinzhou wanted to comfort her but feared saying the wrong words, which would be even more disadvantageous to Gu Yibo.
McDull asked anxiously, "Mommy, what's wrong with great-grandma?"
Gu Xinzhou, "It's nothing, great-grandma is just tired."
After dinner, Gu Xinzhou bathed McDull, who was dressed in his little pajamas and clutching his small pillow. He ran downstairs on his own initiative: "Mommy! I'm not sleeping with you tonight; I'm going to find great-grandma! I want to tell her stories and cheer her up!"
Watching McDull's confident, sensible, and well-rounded demeanor, Gu Xinzhou thought of George's thinness and reticence, and her heart ached again.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Gu Xinzhou's phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
She answered, "Hello, this is Gu Xinzhou."
"Ms. Gu, good evening. We are police officers from Haiyan District police station. Here's the situation: the DNA comparison report between George and Mr. Song has come out, and George is indeed Mr. Song's son. Now, we need to take a detailed statement from you. Mr. Song suggested we contact you tomorrow during the day, but since you are involved in this case, we decided to give you a heads-up beforehand. What do you think?"
"I have time! I can go to the police station right now to cooperate with your investigation," Gu Xinzhou clenched her phone, her voice firm yet trembling, "If possible, can I meet George's foster mother?"