"Early this morning, a message came from Lianjiang Village, saying your Grandma is not going to make it, and your mom rushed off alone," said Qiao Zhiyuan. "By the afternoon, she was taken to the hospital by your uncle—it was a sudden illness..."
"My Grandma is not going to make it?"
"She's fine," Qiao Zhiyuan said coldly. "That old lady is quite lively. She said she just missed your mom, but didn't expect your mom to suddenly fall ill and it scared her terribly."
After coldly huffing, he didn't say anything more.
Qiao Qingyu knew her uncle had never liked that family.
She said hoarsely, "Uncle, my mom will be okay. I can get to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow, and then I'll go to the hospital to find you..."
"Alright." Qiao Zhiyuan agreed and then comforted her, "Don't worry, we've already arranged for a car, and we're taking your mom to the provincial hospital right now..."
After saying this, the phone line clicked dead.
