Yan Xiaye's motion of peeling the apple halted midair, her gaze towards Mother Yan filled with tension and helplessness.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?" She panicked, setting aside the half-peeled apple and completely forgetting to be careful around Jianguo, pressing urgently, "Didn't Li Beicheng get you the best doctor from Jianghai? How were the results? Or are you enduring the discomfort because you're worried about the expense?"
With Yan Xiaye's series of anxious questions, concern was evident in her expression.
Mother Yan turned her head away, refusing to look at her, her fingers whitening at the knuckles from the grip on the blanket, her voice still cold and tinged with disgust: "Leave, I don't need you to come see me, and I don't want to see you either."
"Why would you suddenly say such a thing? If there's something I did wrong that upset you, you can hit me or scold me but please don't harm your health over this..."
