The unexpected fire at the nursing home caught everyone off guard. Fortunately, the fire brigade arrived in time, but the specific casualties are still pending police updates.
Lin Hui stood by the bedside, the urgent ring of her phone pulling her from the depths of exhaustion.
Seeing the caller ID, Lin Hui's weariness vanished instantly, and her tired eyes regained clarity.
Lin Hui glanced at the woman receiving IV fluids on the hospital bed, picked up her phone, and walked to the balcony to answer.
"Director Lin, I just saw on the news that the nursing home caught fire. Is Sister Huiya okay?"
Such an anxious and concerned tone, anyone who didn't know might assume he was her real son. Yet even Yao Huiya's own son had never been so dutiful.
Lin Hui's lips curled into a sneer, but the words that slipped out were hoarse and painful: "President Yao... sob sob."
A surge of grief, uncontrollable.
Anyone hearing this tone would surely feel Yao Huiya was in dire straits.
