The old lady's face was pale and her eyes were red.

She felt very tired.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

After today, the mother-daughter relationship between her and Yu Shuran has completely disappeared.

It would be a lie for Old Lady Yu to say she wasn't in pain.

That was the child she had carried for ten months and the daughter she had raised with all her heart and soul, but in the end, they became enemies.

"I want to go back to my room to rest." Old Lady Yu tried to get up, but then sat back down.

"Grandma." Yu Beiting stepped forward: "I'll take you back to your room."

He knew that grandma must be feeling bad and she needed to be alone and quiet.

Yu Beiting picked up his grandmother and carried her into the room.

Then I covered grandma with the quilt.

"Have a good rest. Call us if you need anything."

"Well, go out." Old Lady Yu nodded gently.

After several people went out and the door was closed, Old Lady Yu turned her head to look at the family portrait on the bedside table. Yu Shuran was smiling happily in the portrait.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes and quickly disappeared into the pillow.

Only Yu Beiting, Shen Qinghuan, and Jiang Lanqing were left in the living room.

When Yu Shuran rushed in, Aunt Wu took the three little ones upstairs.

Jiang Lanqing sat opposite Yu Beiting, looking at him from time to time, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

Shen Qinghuan sat next to Yu Beiting, glanced at Jiang Lanqing and Yu Beiting, and suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to the kitchen to see how lunch is going."

Without waiting for a response, Shen Qinghuan hurried into the kitchen.

Only mother and son were left in the living room.

Jiang Lanqing placed her hands on her knees, clutching her clothes tightly, looking nervous as if she had done something wrong.

"Beiting, Mom...I...I'm sorry."

Thousands of words finally converge into a single "I'm sorry."