1845 She still loved him

After all, Mrs. Murong had lived with Murong Zhihong for many years. She had deeply misunderstood her husband because of Mrs. Jones and her husband's relationship.

However, she was the person closest to him after all these years, so she understood him.

He was afraid that he would not be well today. He had been calling her name while he was unconscious. This was his last wish before he died.

If she went in, it would be the same as fulfilling his last wish.

Then, he could leave without any worries.

However, how could Madam Murong let him leave so easily? how could she let him die so easily?

He had made her suffer so much. He had said that he would make it up to her, but he had not had the time to do anything yet.

She couldn't let him leave like this, so she wasn't going in. She definitely wasn't going in.

Madam Murong's face was as white as the wall. Even her lips were almost the same color as her skin. Her body kept trembling and her eyes were dull.

Ji Mianmian was very worried. She was afraid that Madam Murong would faint in the next second.

They were all waiting outside the ward. Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian. He patted her shoulder without saying a word.

She hesitated for a moment before walking over and whispering,""Mom ..."

Madam Murong grabbed Ji Mianmian's hand with great strength and held it tightly. She said,""Mianmian, tell me. He'll be fine, right?"

Ji Mianmian endured the pain and nodded."Yes, daddy. He'll be fine. He'll get better. Don't you know that you've always been strong?"

Madam Murong nodded her head repeatedly."Yes, you're right. He'll be fine ... He's survived so many critical illnesses in the past. This time ... This time, he'll be fine too. He'll be fine ..."

Madam Murong repeated it over and over again. She just wanted to make herself believe, she just wanted to convince herself.

Ji Mianmian's eyes were a little bitter. Madam Murong was really pitiful.

Initially, she thought that she had given up everything after being married for so many years, but her husband had lied to her. That kind of hatred and grievance had been tormenting her all this time. Now that her only son had died, Madam Murong's heart was like dead ashes.

Now, the truth was revealed. It was all Mrs. Jones's doing. Murong Zhihong did not betray her.

However, she was afraid that she could not be happy anymore, because she had already lost a lot.

Murong Zhihong was lying in the ward. No one knew if he would wake up again.

Madam Murong's last hope might be lost in the end.

This was simply too cruel for a woman.

Ji Mianmian wanted to comfort her, but all words of comfort were useless now.

Seeing that Madam Murong was not willing to go in, the doctor sighed and shook his head."Young master Landy ... I have to give you a heads up in advance. This time ... It's different from the past."

"I'm prepared,"Murong Mian nodded.

Murong Zhihong was already at the end of his rope. It was a miracle that he could hold on until now.

Today, he had explained everything that he needed to. The only regret left in his heart was probably the matter of Madam Murong.

Murong Mian turned to look at Madam Murong.

It was said that the deeper the love, the deeper the hate, and the reverse was the same.

In fact, she would always love Murong Zhihong.

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She didn't know how long she waited, but no one left. The lights in the corridor outside the ward gradually turned on, and the sky outside gradually darkened.

The night had just begun, and it was still going to be long.

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