The sun was shining brightly outside, but inside the VIP ward of the hospital, it was permeated with a deathly stillness.
On the hospital bed, Wen Yiming lay in a coma, his face sallow, and his cracked lips devoid of any color.
Zhao Yali sat by the bed, silently shedding tears, her heart aching to the point of breaking.
Her mother-in-law had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, her husband was in a coma, her daughter was missing, and her son was over at the Wen Group dealing with a chaotic situation that was like a pot of porridge. Considering the current circumstances, Zhao Yali didn't know what she could do.
Bai Heshu had appeared at the Wen Manor, her cold, harsh words brushed off like a spring breeze to Old Madam Wen. At that time, they seemed like her wild fancies, but when everything happened so swiftly in front of her, Zhao Yali realized that the power of hatred was so enormous.
Even the Wen's had no strength to resist.
Now, what should she do?
