The old lady sighed, not knowing what to say to comfort her son. The hospital was pressing for payment of medical bills again. The old lady had originally planned to talk to Ye Zhiguo, but now that Ye Zhiguo was in this state, the old lady couldn't bear to.

The old lady didn't mention the medical expenses until Ye Zhiguo went to work. Ye Qingqing checked the time and saw that Ye Zhiguo was half an hour earlier than usual. He used to be the head of the security department and didn't need to go early, but now the tables have turned and it's his turn to work the early shift.

"well!"

The old lady sighed, ate a bowl of rice porridge in one gulp, and went upstairs. She wanted to use the money she had hidden in the wall hole to pay for the medical expenses first. Her son was already suffering enough, so she didn't want to upset him any further.

The hospital wanted another 800 yuan, which broke the old lady's heart, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't afford to owe the hospital money.

The old lady planned to pay the medical expenses first, and then ask Shen Yanhong for the money back after she was discharged from the hospital. She figured that the slut must have money in her hands, and she didn't need to bring her food during this time; she had the nurses buy her delicious food every day.

Hmph, I'll deal with this slutty widow after I'm discharged from the hospital, and I won't skimp on the money!

Why should the Ye family have to pay for this slutty widow's affair, prostitution, and having an illegitimate child?

Ye Qingqing managed to swallow half a bowl of rice porridge, but she couldn't eat anymore. She planned to go outside to buy some steamed buns. She had just picked up her schoolbag when she heard an old lady scream from the second floor, followed by a thud and then silence.

Ye Qingqing had a bad feeling. She dropped her schoolbag and rushed to the old lady's room. The old lady was lying on the ground unconscious. The bed had been moved, and there was a brick on the ground, revealing a dark hole in the wall.

The old woman clutched a piece of cloth tightly in her hand, clenched her teeth, and her face was pale.

Ye Qingqing could tell at a glance that the old lady was so angry that she had a stroke. She didn't know what had happened to the old lady, so she quickly took out a silver needle and inserted it into the old lady's philtrum. The old lady slowly woke up.

"A thief's bone...a petty thief!"

The old lady was in a hurry to get up, looking as if she had been hit by frost, and had aged more than ten years.

"Grandma, what did you lose?" Ye Qingqing wondered, wondering when a thief had broken into the house.

"The banknotes, four thousand yuan... all gone... that damned thief!" The old woman shook the cloth in her hand, so anxious that she could barely speak.

Because of Shen Yanhong's accident, the old lady was so busy that she didn't have time to check her precious savings account. She only remembered it today, but it was empty except for a piece of cloth. Not a single penny was left for her.

The theft of four thousand yuan was more painful for the old lady than being stabbed with a knife. She had worked so hard to save that much money, and now it had all been stolen by a petty thief.

Ye Qingqing understood as soon as she heard it was money. The old lady didn't like to deposit money in the bank and preferred to hide it herself. This hole in the wall was quite well hidden, and generally speaking, it was unlikely that a thief would find it.

Besides, there are people at home day and night, so it's impossible for a thief to break in; it could only be an inside job!

Ye Qingqing asked the old lady when she last hid money, which was a few days before Shen Yanhong's accident. She became even more certain that it was a thief within the family.

"The money must have been stolen by that family of three."

The old lady slowly came to her senses and realized that apart from going out to buy groceries for an hour or so, she was at home the rest of the time. There was no chance for outside thieves, and they couldn't find where she hid the money.

"I'll beat them to a pulp!"

The old lady immediately perked up, rushed downstairs, picked up a bamboo stick, and started whipping Ye Hua. Ye Hua was inexplicably beaten and cried out in pain. Ye Qingqing, however, felt that it shouldn't be Ye Hua; that boy wasn't that clever. But she didn't stop her and went to school on her own.