"It doesn't matter," An Ning said indifferently. "But I still hope Jiren can thrive, after all, it's the result of your and my mother's hard work."
When his ex-wife was mentioned, recalling the image of her bustling around the hospital, An Jiancheng couldn't help feeling guilty once again.
"Mom gave so much to this hospital, even if she left with nothing, I think she'd still want it to get better and better, right?" An Ning remarked.
"Your mother truly gave a lot to this place, and I will make sure it gets better," An Jiancheng promised.
But it was just a promise, with no intention of compensating his ex-wife.
An Ning tentatively said, "If Dad really wants to give me shares or something, why not write some for Mom? She can't participate in the hospital's work anymore, but it would be like thanking her for all the years she fought alongside you!"
"I will definitely thank your mother in the future, shares... let's not write them, okay?"