Ye Qingqing immediately understood that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was definitely not going to be good. She then called her youngest son, who seemed to be a lawyer. She called his cell phone directly, and it rang for a long time before he answered.

Before she could speak, the other party lowered their voice and said, "I'm in a meeting. Call back in an hour if you need anything."

The call ended with another click. Ye Qingqing gritted her teeth. Damn it, she hadn't even said anything yet!

Sister Wang's expression grew increasingly somber, and she said with a bitter smile, "Stop hitting them, they're all very busy. Please hire a caregiver for me."

Ye Qingqing got angry and refused to believe it. She said irritably, "No matter how busy they are, they can't ignore their own mother when she's sick. You see them as busy, but they're just busy for nothing. The world will keep turning without them!"

Even busy presidents and chairpersons still find time to be filial and spend time with their parents and children. These two sons are doctors and lawyers, how can they be busier than the president?

Give me your daughter's phone number!

Ye Qingqing was about to call her two daughters. Her sons were ungrateful wretches, forgetting their mothers after getting married, while her daughters were her sweet little darlings and shouldn't be heartless.

Sister Wang hesitated for a moment, but still gave out the phone number. Actually, she wanted to see what her daughter would say.

Ye Qingqing called her eldest daughter, who is a teacher and must have already finished get off work. Teachers are relatively free, and Sister Wang said that her eldest daughter is a middle school music teacher, so she is even more free.

The music, art, and physical education teachers in middle school would almost always take leave and be replaced with other main subjects. Ye Qingqing remembered that she had a few music classes in the first and second years of junior high school, but in the third year, she didn't have a single music class.

Ye Qingqing thought her eldest daughter would definitely have time, so she called and explained the situation. Her eldest daughter had a nice voice, befitting a music teacher, but the words she spoke weren't very pleasant.

"I have a piano lesson in a little while, and I've already scheduled a time. I really can't make it. Why don't you call my sister-in-law and brother-in-law? They're more available."

"I've already called, but I don't have time. Can't you change the time you made an appointment? Right now, your own mother is lying in the hospital, she just had heart bypass surgery. Do you know what bypass surgery is? Do you know that your mother almost went to see God the night before last? You were almost called from the funeral home instead of me..."

Ye Qingqing's pent-up anger suddenly surged to her head, and she yelled at her eldest daughter.

They're all passing the buck, the older ones pushing the younger ones, the younger ones pushing the older ones, they just don't care about me, they've all lost their conscience.

The eldest daughter was somewhat moved, realizing that her mother's condition was indeed serious. However, she was even less inclined to get involved. Logically, it should be the two sons who took care of her. In her mother's heart, her sons were the treasures, and her daughter, who was sandwiched in between, was nothing.

"Who are you?" the eldest daughter inquired about Ye Qingqing's identity, judging from her voice that she wasn't very old.

“It was my grandma and me who took your mother to the hospital. She’s awake now, but she needs someone to take care of her. It’s up to you whether you come or not!” Ye Qingqing’s tone was sharp.

If they don't want to come, fine. We can just hire a caregiver at a high price and ask these four siblings to reimburse us for the bill.

Since I can't contribute my labor, I can at least contribute money.

"Is my mom awake yet? I want to talk to her."

Ye Qingqing frowned and handed the phone to Sister Wang. She was very dissatisfied with her eldest daughter's evasiveness. It was obvious that she didn't want to get involved. This was no sweet little girl; she was clearly an ingrate.