For some reason, Hua Fei couldn't help but reveal her deepest pain to Ze Ze at that moment.

Zeze said sadly, "I've been waiting for my mother here all this time. Why doesn't she come to find me?"

Hua Fei was taken aback, tears welling up in her eyes. "She might have been held up by something. Don't worry, she will definitely come to find you."

Zeze didn't respond.

She used to comfort him in the same way, but so much time has passed and his mother still hasn't come.

Hua Fei gently held his hand and said softly, "Zeze, if you'd like, you can temporarily treat me as your mother."

Zeze shifted her small body slightly, pressed her face against Hua Fei's arm, and quietly closed her eyes.

He recalled the moments he had spent with his mother and felt once again that Hua Fei's scent was similar to the scent of his mother in his memory.

But unseen was the tears already streaming down Hua Fei's face.

Soon after, Zeze fell into a deep sleep.

Hua Fei wiped away her tears, walked out of the treatment room, and went out through the side door for some fresh air.

Light footsteps sounded behind her, and Hua Fei recognized them as A Yue without turning around.

"Did you have a nightmare?" A-Yue asked in a low voice, her tone full of concern.

"I'm fine." Hua Fei looked at her gratefully.

“You rarely do this,” A-Yue said, looking puzzled.

A-Yue had witnessed all the torment and suffering Hua Fei had endured, and her heart had long been closed off.

Hua Fei lowered her eyes, not daring to let A Yue see the strangeness in them.

But A-Yue had already guessed: "President Huo has defended you in front of Sun Xiaowei time and time again, and you've softened your heart."

Hua Fei was slightly taken aback, realizing that her thoughts had been guessed.

Then she gave a bitter smile, saying sadly, "What right do I have to be soft-hearted? I have no right to be soft-hearted in place of my child."

A-Yue looked at her with pity: "You should finish this quickly. The longer you stay here, the less good it will do you."

Hua Fei nodded. "I understand."

"However, I suspect that Huo Beichen and Sun Xiaowei will also be making some moves."

"How so?" A-Yue asked.

"Huo Beichen defended me in front of Sun Xiaowei only to gain my trust and find out my true identity."

“Sun Xiaowei brought Aunt Wang over again; she definitely won’t stay idle.”

"Then what do we do?" A-Yue asked.

"Can you subdue that Aunt Wang?" Hua Fei asked. "I think she knows more than Sun Xiaowei."

A-Yue nodded, "We can try it when we have the chance."

The opportunity came soon.

That day, Sun Xiaowei and Huo Beichen went out early in the morning.

Just as Hua Fei finished acupuncture on Ze Ze, the housekeeper rushed in: "Dr. Hua, Aunt Wang's stomach is in terrible pain, please take a look at her quickly."

"Okay." Hua Fei calmly settled Ze Ze in before following the housekeeper to Aunt Wang's room.

There was no one in the room.

A moment later, the sound of flushing water came from the bathroom, and then Aunt Wang came out, pale-faced and leaning against the wall.

My legs felt a little weak.

"Please sit down," the butler said, helping him up.

Miss Sun had just left when the person she brought with her fell ill. If she were to blame her, she would inevitably receive a scolding from her husband.

Aunt Wang sat down and asked weakly, "Housekeeper, why did you call them here?"

"Let Dr. Hua take a look at you," the butler said.

"No need, I'm fine," Aunt Wang said bluntly. "Dr. Hua, you don't need to worry about me."

Hua Fei and A Yue exchanged a glance.

“Housekeeper, why don’t you go outside and find a doctor to examine her?” Hua Fei continued, “I’m also afraid that I might not be able to treat Aunt Wang properly.”

After saying that, she left with Ah Yue.

The housekeeper was taken aback, not understanding what kind of conflict they had.

Two hours later, A-Yue walked into the treatment room and raised her eyebrows at Hua Fei.

Hua Fei nodded calmly, picked up a box of medicinal herbs, and left the treatment room.

A-Yue followed her out and whispered, "The housekeeper invited a doctor from outside, but Aunt Wang's diarrhea got worse after taking the medicine."

These words must not be heard by Zeze.

Hua Fei smiled and said, "Isn't this all something we expected?"

Last night, A-Yue found an opportunity to sneak into Aunt Wang's room and put a kind of ointment on her pillow.

This ointment is made by Huafei itself. It has a very mild smell, but if you smell it for too long, it will cause diarrhea.

Hua Fei and A Yue went into Aunt Wang's room just now, and A Yue secretly gave her some more medicine, so no matter who prescribed the medicine, Aunt Wang's condition will only get worse.

Their desired outcome was to dispel Aunt Wang's doubts and ultimately get Hua Fei to undergo treatment.

"Dr. Hua, the ointment you made is amazing," A-Yue said. "If this can be sold, you're guaranteed to make a fortune."

“The more advanced it is, the harder it is to mass-produce.” Hua Fei shook his head. “Besides, I’m just making it for fun.”

At that moment, the butler walked over from the other end of the corridor.

"What did I just say? Here it comes." A-Yue smiled.

The butler hurried over to the two of them, looking anxious: "Dr. Hua, you should go and take a look, it's getting worse."

Hua Fei pouted: "Aunt Wang doesn't trust me. If something goes wrong, I'll be in deep trouble."

“No, no,” the housekeeper assured him, “Aunt Wang herself told me to come and invite you this time.”

Aunt Wang was also exhausted from diarrhea, but she was still hesitant. She first asked the housekeeper, "Did Dr. Hua and her assistant go into the kitchen today?"

The housekeeper immediately denied it: "How could Dr. Hua and the others go into the kitchen? They are here to take care of the young master."

"You suspect she gave him laxatives?"

Aunt Wang nodded: "She and Miss Sun have never gotten along."

“Then she has no reason to target you,” the butler said speechlessly. “Besides, if you took laxatives, why didn’t that doctor cure you?”

Aunt Wang was relieved.

"Dr. Hua, you're a doctor, you can't just stand by and watch someone die," the housekeeper exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "Aunt Wang is really dying!"

Hua Fei looked helpless and had no choice but to follow the butler.

When she arrived in front of Aunt Wang, she said, "Let me make this clear first, I only came here because of the housekeeper. If anything goes wrong, don't make false accusations."

Aunt Wang was too weak to speak.

"Dr. Hua, let's begin," the butler urged.

Hua Fei first took Aunt Wang's pulse and said, "Butler, have my assistant come over, and send someone to look after the young master."

The butler agreed and turned to leave.

A short while later, A-Yue came over, closed the door, and locked it.

Although Aunt Wang was exhausted, she hadn't lost her natural alertness and immediately realized something was wrong.

"What... are you doing..." Before she could finish speaking, everything went black, and she knew nothing more.

A bright silver needle was stuck in the back of her head.

Hua Fei's expression was cold and stern: "Let's begin."

A-Yue nodded, stepped forward, and helped Aunt Wang up, letting her sit on the sofa.

Huafei gave her two more injections.

After a moment, Aunt Wang's eyelids trembled, her fingers twitched slightly, and she seemed to be half asleep.

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang..." Hua Fei called softly, her voice carrying a hint of seduction.