"I'm sorry, so sorry, it's all my fault, I forgot about this matter."
Mrs. Wang kept apologizing incessantly.
"Mrs. Wang, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself. Keeping it a secret from my mother for so long has already been difficult, and besides, hiding the truth is never a long-term solution," An Ning urged anxiously.
Yu Jingchen gently patted Mrs. Wang. "You indeed have done well enough."
Mrs. Wang wiped away her tears. "Then... will Madam recover?"
Yu Jingchen did not answer.
But An Ning was very confident about her mother. "My mom will surely accept it. She won't be fragile again."
Cheng Yujie's eyes moved slightly, and slowly opened.
She frantically grasped An Ning, asking urgently, "Ningning, tell mom, what on earth is going on? What year is it now?"
"Mom, first get up and listen to me," An Ning helped her mother to stand.
Cheng Yujie stood firm, her gaze was exceptionally strong. "Go ahead, whatever the outcome, I can bear it."