Ye Lu felt helpless. What on earth was Yuanyuan thinking? She always sided with him.

...

They arrived at the hospital in Feiyu’s car.

Old Madam Jun was polite yet distant towards her. She understood that receiving this kind of treatment from her was already not bad.

"Mommy, you finally came. I knew you would come," Ye Yiyi said, teary-eyed and sobbing with grief clinging to her neck.

"Daddy hasn’t woken up. What should we do? Will Daddy not wake up anymore? Yiyi is very scared. What will we do if Daddy leaves us? Yiyi doesn’t want to lose him." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Ye Lu wiped away her tears. Seeing her daughter so heartbroken, she herself felt distressed.

Sometimes she really didn’t understand why Yiyi liked Third Young Master Jun so much.

It was a sincerely deep affection, not feigned even though the little girl often pretends to like others to curry favor and gain benefits.

But when it came to Third Young Master Jun, she felt that her daughter really liked him. Sometimes she even felt that Yiyi’s relationship with him was stronger than her own, inseparable. They looked more like father and daughter than they did in reality.

Unfortunately, she and Third Young Master Jun were destined to be incompatible; Yiyi was probably going to be disappointed.

"Baby, don’t cry. He’ll be fine, Mommy promises. You’re also tired. Rest for a while and Mommy will stay with him."

Ye Lu had Yuanyuan take her sister to rest on a small bed in the lounge of the VIP ward.

Feiyu took Ye Lu into the ward and said coldly, "You stay here, watch him, and reflect."

Ye Lu was left alone in the ward.

She looked at Third Young Master Jun lying on the hospital bed. His face was as white as a paper, more pale than ever, and even his lips were bloodless. He lied there so weakly, his body plugged with machines.

Ye Lu’s heart trembled, looking at him in disbelief.

The man who was incredibly strong, always full of power, controlling everything, looking down, mocking, overbearing, oppressing... The man who trampled on her high and mighty, would also have such weakness, suddenly falling off his pedestal.

At this moment, he didn’t seem like a man who controlled everything, but rather like a weak and lonely child, losing the threatening and hateful aura that she most feared.

She should be happy that he ended up so miserably. He deserved to fall hard, to be broken and bleeding.

But deep within, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. She’d rather have him return to being that domineering man over lying here half-dead.

"Third Young Master Jun..." She gazed at him absent-mindedly. Her voice was low and she almost reached out to touch his face.

But when her fingers touched his skin, she trembled, struggled for a long time, and finally gave up.

"Everyone thinks you had an accident because of me. Ha, how is that possible? What am I to you? Just a slightly interesting plaything that you couldn’t completely control, so you became more obsessed? But, isn’t a plaything still just a plaything in the end?"

"The attitude of Old Madam Jun and Feiyu made it seem as if you really loved me. Is this your love? Threatening me with my daughter, and then forcefully abusing me?"

"Your love is a hundred kinds of coercion but at the time when I am desperate and helpless, turning your back on my child and me?"

"Your love is getting ready to marry another woman, but hopping into bed with me without any hesitation?"

The more Ye Lu spoke, the more agitated she became. There was a sense of desolation and bitterness in her chest that she couldn’t contain any longer.

"In front of you, I’m even less than a prostitute. You force me when you want me, and you kick me away when you don’t. You never respected me, treating me as a tool for your desires."