Zhou Weihong walked a long way before raising her hand to wipe away her tears. This was the last time; she would never shed tears for Han Ye again.
Back home, Zhou Weihong used the last of her strength to change her clothes and lay down on the bed to sleep. She didn't want to care about anything right now; she just wanted to get a good night's sleep. She would worry about the rest after she woke up.
The eldest child in the Han family has already started her internship and isn't home. The second child was listening to music in her room when she heard her mother return. She came out to check and saw her mother enter the room.
"Mom, aren't you going to work today?"
"I have a bit of a headache, so I'm taking the day off."
Wei Hong replied, then lay still without moving.
"Mom, did you take your medicine? Is something wrong between you and Dad? Did Dad do something wrong?"
Girls are more sensitive. How could she not have noticed her father's behavior and her mother's attitude over the past year?
"Honey, buy Mom a painkiller. I have a terrible headache today. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I need to get some sleep."
"I understand, Mom. I support whatever decision you make. I was wrong before. I shouldn't have thought you were making trouble for no reason. Dad definitely did something wrong."
Han Ying had previously felt that her father had a tough time. At his age, he had taken a leave of absence without pay to run his business. A trip to the south would take several days, and he had lost a lot of weight at the beginning.
Gradually, her father's business grew bigger and bigger, and he came home less and less often. Especially in the last two years, she went to university, and she had fewer and fewer opportunities to see her father.
She was already eighteen or nineteen years old, no longer a child, and understood many things to some extent. She had heard some rumors, but simply chose not to believe them.
"Okay, Yingying, Mommy is going to sleep now. Tonight, you can make something to eat. If you don't want to make anything, you can go out to eat."
Zhou Weihong took her medicine and lay down to sleep. Han Ying closed the door, feeling that her parents were hiding something from them.
Around 6 p.m., Wei Hong's youngest son, Han Jingtian, returned home.
"Mom, what's for dinner? I'm hungry."
"Keep your voice down, Mom isn't feeling well and is sleeping. If you're hungry, I'll cook some noodles, or you can go out and buy something to eat."
I'll go ask Mom what she wants to eat. Please be quiet and don't make a sound.
Han Ying went to see her mother, and Han Jingtian looked unhappy. He had played ball all day and was starving. It was so hot outside, and he didn't want to move. What was wrong with his mother?
"Mom, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Han Ying asked softly, but her mother did not answer.
"She's still asleep; she's been sleeping for almost a whole day."
Han Ying muttered to herself as she walked closer to take a look. Her mother had her eyes closed, was covered in sweat, and looked to be in great pain.
"Mom, Mom, what's wrong?"
"I'm cold, I'm so cold..."
Zhou Weihong felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave; she was freezing cold all over.
Han Ying touched her mother's parents with her hands; they were very hot, her mother had a fever.
"Thermometer, where's the thermometer?"
Han Ying muttered to herself, pacing in circles. Suddenly remembering something, she rushed out and found the family's first-aid kit on the living room cabinet, containing common medications and a thermometer.
"Mom, raise your arm so I can take your temperature."
It took her a lot of effort to finally place the thermometer under her mother's armpit. She glanced at her watch; it would take five minutes.
When Han Ying checked her watch for the fifth time, it wasn't time yet, but it felt like a long time had passed.
When the time finally came, she took out the thermometer, looked at it carefully, and it showed 39.3 degrees Celsius, which was a high fever.
"Han Jingtian, Han Jingtian, come out quickly."
"Sis, what's wrong? What are we having for dinner?"
“What are you eating for? Mom has a high fever and needs to be taken to the hospital. I’m changing her clothes now. You call Dad right away and tell him to come back.”
After Han Ying finished speaking, she ran back to her room to change her mother's clothes. She had just noticed that her mother's clothes were all wet.
Han Ying was changing her mother's clothes, and Han Jingtian was calling his father. At that time, he also called the store.
"Hello, who is this?"
"I'm looking for my dad, Han Ye. Is he here?"
"Ah, you're Han's son, right? He's had too much to drink and is asleep."
"I've had too much to drink. Right now, my mom is sick. Can you call my dad and have him come over to answer the phone?"
Han Jingtian found it strange; it was only evening, how could someone have drunk so much?
“Your mother is sick, but you don’t need to ask your father for help. They’re divorced, so your mother’s affairs are no longer your father’s concern.”
She discovered it by accident. After Han Ye arrived, he didn't say anything, just sat down and started drinking. He drank more than a bottle and got so drunk that he passed out. The divorce certificate fell out of his pocket, and she was overjoyed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How could my parents get divorced? If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll have my dad fire you."
Han Jingtian roared in exasperation, he didn't believe it.
"Don't believe me if you want, I have no reason to lie to you. What kind of relationship do I have with your dad? He even fired me. From now on, I'm your stepmother. Kid, watch your mouth from now on."
Han Jingtian didn't know how he put down the microphone. His mind was in turmoil. His parents were divorced, and his father was having an affair with another woman.
"Jing Tian, what are you doing, standing there like an idiot?"
When Han Jingyang came home from get off work, he saw his younger brother looking blank. Was no one else there?
"Han Jingtian, have you found Dad? If you haven't, that's fine. Come in and carry Mom on your back, I can't carry her."
Hearing his sister's voice, Han Jingyang rushed into the house, "What's wrong, Mom?"
"Brother, you're back. Mom has a high fever and keeps saying she's cold, but we can't wake her up."
Han Ying was about to cry. When had her mother ever been so weak?
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