A few days later, Song Jinqiao stayed in a villa in the suburbs.

There was a room on the second floor. There was no furniture in the room, and the floor was covered with papers, all of which were densely written in English.

She was lying in the middle of the room, with dark circles under her eyelids, lying on the ground in a "big" shape, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She had been searching for a solution these past few days. All this information was sent to her by Davis, Chi Lin, and that woman. The best option they gave her was euthanasia, but...

Euthanasia? My own mother?

Song Jinqiao closed his eyes tiredly.

Suddenly there was a sound of banging on the door downstairs.

One sound after another, like the countdown to the last few seconds of life. The moment the sound stopped, the death notice also arrived.

Song Jinqiao slowly stood up and walked downstairs. Following the sound of banging on the door, she left her footprints one by one. Only her footsteps were left around her, and the sound of banging on the door seemed to fade away.

Even without checking the video call, she knew who was outside.

"Where is she?"

His voice was deep, and even through the soundproof door, she could still hear it. She had been hearing this voice for 20 years.

"I know you're here."

He ordered her to open the door.

She opened the door.

The man was wearing a black coat, standing straight like a pine tree. The muscles supporting his expression were a little stiff, and there was even some stubble on his face. There was a sharp and vicious look at the corners of his eyes. The years had left marks on his face, but it still couldn't hide his handsomeness.

He looks calm now.

"Where's your mother?"

Song Jinqiao slowly raised his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were somewhat similar to his, also contained deep fatigue.

Before she could say anything, he held the door with one hand and took a step forward. His height, which was much taller than her, cast a long shadow over her.

With her back to the light, she could clearly see the suppressed anger in his eyes.

"Your mother is ill. She can't survive without my orders. Leaving me is like letting her commit suicide slowly. Do you want her to die?"

This wasn't a rhetorical question; he was simply stating a fact.

"You're wrong. Mom can still be saved. She's doing very well with the psychiatrist and will be well again soon."

Just like her.

"Is there any hope?"

As if he had heard some huge joke, the man sneered in a tone of voice as if he had heard a joke.

"I've crippled her. Without me, she'll go crazy, kill people, and even commit suicide. Without my orders, she can't even cook a simple meal. Do you really think she can be saved?"

She had to agree with what he said.

Shen Wanru, her mother, is a woman who cannot live without chains.

"She will kill people, understand Song Jinqiao, she will kill people!"

"You think you're killing her, aren't you?"

He suddenly walked forward and grabbed her collar, his tone filled with a terrifying sense of oppression. His black eyes were already hiding a cruel murderous intent, like a sword stained with blood, ready to kill anyone with one blow.

He growled, "Where is she!"

“Beep, beep…”

The cell phone suddenly rang in my pocket.

Being grabbed by the collar, Song Jinqiao took out his cell phone and took a look at it without changing his expression, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Song Yanli chuckled softly and loosened her collar: "It's your mother calling, right? Listen?"

The bell is still ringing.

"Ms. Song, your mother just... ah!!"

“Beep…beep…”

Following a scream, the sound of the phone being disconnected was heard, and the person holding the phone was probably in great danger.