"Calm down?"
Shen Aili struggled to wrench her wrist away from Yan Shuirou's grip, clutching her bag as she stood panting in front of her. Her shouting tirade showed no semblance of the dignity befitting a wealthy lady: "It's easy for you to say! My granddaughter is still lying in the operating room! How do you expect me to calm down?"
"Ya'er is your granddaughter, but she's also my daughter." Yan Shuirou glanced repeatedly at Li Beicheng for help, but his lack of response left her visibly deflated. She faced the furiously emotional Shen Aili alone, her lashes fluttered as tears fell, "Ya'er is my everything. If I had a choice, I'd rather die myself than see Ya'er harmed in any way."
"Then why don't you go ahead and die? What's the point of saying this now?"
