"You finally remembered to come back, huh? Do you have any idea what happened while you were gone? Angie... she almost... didn't make it!"
Jiang Lan said as she hugged Song Anqi again, bursting into tears, "My daughter, please don't think recklessly, you're my lifeline. If you go, what would I do?"
Song Huaizhong only rushed back after receiving the hospital's notification.
He looked at the dazed Song Anqi on the hospital bed and shook his head. Instead of comforting her, he coldly spat out, "Thinking of dying? Let her die! Hmph, you reap what you sow!"
Jiang Lan widened her eyes in disbelief at her husband's words.
"Song Huaizhong, how can you say that about Angie? She's your daughter, the one I painstakingly carried for ten months! She got into a car accident, is hospitalized, and had her left leg amputated. It's bad enough that you don't stay with her through this hard time, but you even make snide remarks? You're such a bastard!"
