The servant said beside, "The old lady just had chest pain and took lifesaving pills."
Qiao Muye sat down on a couch nearby, "If it really comes to it, you could stay at a sanatorium for a while."
"Can I even leave if I go to a sanatorium? You don't want to send me to a nursing home; you want to send me away!"
Qiao Muye looked at her expressionlessly, "Mom, why do you believe what everyone else says, but refuse to believe your own son?"
"Let's go," the old lady stood up, "to the hospital, I want to see with my own eyes that you and Hannan undergo the paternity test!"
"Lv Yan was the talented girl you picked, and Hannan was born to her. Now you suspect that Hannan isn't my son; do you understand what that means?"
Seeing her son's stern face, the old lady mumbled and fell silent.
"It means that your delicately chosen lady was secretly intimate with another, and I was made a cuckold. It means I was raising someone else's son for over twenty years..."
