On the way to the hospital, Lu Yinfeng drove the car, gripping the steering wheel as it shook incessantly.
Noticing her mother's pale complexion, Mo Zhi couldn't help but express her concern, "Mom, you look very unwell, are you feeling okay, or should I drive?"
Lu Yinfeng clenched her teeth tightly and shook her head.
But with profuse sweating and trembling hands and feet, she really wasn't fit to drive.
So she pulled over to the side of the road.
Lu Yinfeng leaned on the steering wheel, breathing deeply.
Her heart ached as if it were being constricted by threads winding tighter and tighter.
"Mom..." Seeing Lu Yinfeng in this condition, Mo Zhi became both urgent and afraid, almost starting to cry, "Mom, I'm sorry... It's all because I was willful!"
Mo Zhi apologized with a sobbing tone.
Lu Yinfeng endured the heartache and lifted her head, looking tenderly at Mo Zhi, saying weakly, "Xiao Zhi, it's not your fault..."