A loud commotion erupted in the hospital room, drawing the attention of a crowd of onlookers eager for drama.
Xiyan sneered coldly, crossing her arms. "Alright, I'll wait. Let's just see whether he sides with you, the delicate little white lotus, or with me!"
With Xia Shiyi injured, Yang Shurong didn't linger and hurriedly took her precious daughter to get checked out.
Outside the patient room, Yang Shurong supported Xia Shiyi as they walked, hesitating before speaking. "Sweetheart, why do I get the feeling that Xia Xiyan seems so confident? Are you sure Master Ou has really lost his memory and doesn't recognize her anymore? I'm starting to feel like maybe it's not true…"
"I'm sure! My friend from the hospital told me personally, and besides, Ou Jue is in Los Angeles right now. He won't be coming back anytime soon—it can't be wrong." Xia Shiyi rubbed her arm, gritting her teeth viciously. "One day, I'll make Xia Xiyan pay. I swear I'll laugh while watching her cry in despair!"
