Others may not understand Mrs. Zhao, but she understands her grandson's character. Seeing him leave like this, she feared trouble might arise. She told Ye Qian she'd visit her again tomorrow, then hurriedly chased after him.
Bai Xue sneered, "What's the use of doing this now? Trying to use this trivial matter to keep us from blaming him, avoiding taking responsibility—how naive."
"Mom, don't say things like that again. It's nobody's fault but mine. It's my own carelessness, it has nothing to do with anyone else," Ye Qian looked at her mother with difficulty. "Mom, I heard you crying and cursing in the operating room. Today, it's really no one's fault but mine. Please don't make a fuss anymore, do it for my sake. As for my in-laws, if they can't let go of this little thing, there's no need for this marriage to continue."
