Madam Wang's face darkened in waves of gloom as Xia Chu spoke, and she fell silent.
Indeed, she was not only Jiacheng's mother; she also had a daughter and granddaughters, all of whom shared her bloodline.
But, only Jiacheng was her greatest support in this life.
Similarly, only if Jiacheng survived and got better could her daughters and grandchildren thrive.
So, what was wrong with her trying to save her son at all costs?
Madam Wang spoke softly again, "You all refuse to let me mention the past, so I won't mention it. But I must save my son, even if it costs me my life. Otherwise, why don't you just kill me? As long as killing me could ease your hatred and then save my son, I would die without regrets."
She commanded her two daughters, Jiazhen and Jiashan, who had remained silent like part of the furniture, "What are you two still hesitating for? I didn't ask you to come here to act like mutes. Your brother is lying in the hospital waiting to be saved, speak up!"