Beloved One of the Prestigious Household-Chapter 172: Wanting to Hear Her Voice

Old Madam Ye’s expression paused slightly as she met the clear gaze of Ann.

She didn’t want Ann to know about the complicated entanglements between adults, nor did she want to lie to her.

Old Madam Ye fell silent, and after a few seconds, she replied, "Perhaps, I’m not sure either."

Qin Sui’an didn’t press further, but his gaze lingered in the direction of the elevator, seemingly anticipating the arrival of other family members.

Old Madam Ye concealed her emotions, "Let’s go inside."

Qin Sui’an immediately redirected her attention from the elevator and tilted her head slightly upwards.

Given her height, she couldn’t see the window on the door of the ward.

Qin Sui’an couldn’t hide her nervousness; beneath her mask, her small cherry-like mouth unconsciously formed a straight line.

Old Madam Ye seemed to sense her anxiety and gently smiled, soothingly patting her head.

Then, Old Madam Ye took a small step forward, reaching out to twist the doorknob of the room.

She pushed the door open and entered the ward with Ann following closely behind, closing the door behind them.

This special ward was about a hundred square meters, resembling a small family.

At the entrance, there was a disinfection area, and further inside, a living room furnished with sofas, coffee tables, a television, and a small study area partitioned off.

There was no unnecessary furniture or extravagant decorations, just a clean and spacious layout.

The corridor was wide enough to easily accommodate the movement of two beds placed horizontally.

Directly facing the living room was the patient’s room.

Qin Sui’an’s gaze swept around and then settled on the partially closed door of the room.

Old Madam Ye placed her pig-shaped backpack on the sofa and gently patted it, saying, "Ann, put the big white goose here for now."

She was worried about the animal going inside, as Ann had carried it all the way, and no matter how strong she was, her hands would get tired.

"Yes."

Qin Sui’an walked to the edge of the sofa and carefully placed the big white goose in her arms.

The big white goose woke up groggily, opened its eyes, and looked around.

Old Madam Ye stood beside it, surprised to see the doll-like big white goose move, still finding it astonishing that it was a living creature.

Qin Sui’an extended her small hand and gently touched the head of the big white goose, whispering, "Big white goose, you can sleep here while Ann goes to see Mommy, okay?"

Her tender voice carried a soothing and adorable tone.

The big white goose nodded gently, adjusted its posture, and buried its head in the fluffy feathers before falling asleep again.

Old Madam Ye fetched a tissue and wiped Ann’s hands.

Taking the opportunity, she held her small hand and walked slowly towards the room.

She gently pushed the partially closed door, opening it silently.

The room was spacious, with a beautiful and bright floor-to-ceiling window that allowed the sunlight to stream in, providing excellent lighting.

In the middle of the room, there was a hospital bed surrounded by medical equipment.

This floor was exclusively for the Ye family, free from any noise, and being on the top floor, the hustle and bustle of the outside world couldn’t be heard.

The room was so quiet that only the steady beeping sound of the medical equipment could be heard.

Old Madam Ye felt the small hand in her palm suddenly tighten.

She lowered her head and looked at Ann.

Qin Sui’an, wearing a mask, had her eyes fixed on the woman lying on the bed, her small eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Old Madam Ye gently squeezed her small hand, her voice unintentionally softening, "Your mommy is sleeping."

"Yes, she’s sleeping..."

Qin Sui’an cautiously took small steps, gradually approaching the bed, until she stopped by its side.

She earnestly stared at the woman lying on the bed.

The woman had fair and delicate skin, with eyebrows that resembled Ann’s.

Her eyes were closed, and her long and thick eyelashes cast a faint gray shadow on her eyelids.

Being in a prolonged coma, her body relied on intravenous nutrition.

Her lips were pale, but with a dedicated nurse by her side, they remained moist.

One of the woman’s hands was covered by the bedsheet, while the other rested on top, cushioned by a warm hand warmer.

She had an IV drip attached, with a medical clamp held between her index finger and the nearby medical equipment, monitoring her vital signs.

Qin Sui’an couldn’t help but hold his breath, his round eyes fixed on the woman lying on the bed.

This was Ann’s... "Mommy". Such a familiar yet unfamiliar word.

The voice of Ann was very low, and it was even more faint through a mask, as delicate as a mosquito.

Old Madam Ye, standing behind her, couldn’t hear what she said.

She looked at her daughter lying on the sickbed, her expression filled with sorrow.

Old Madam Ye suppressed her surging emotions and gently lifted the corners of her lips, softly speaking to the person on the bed, "Sisi, Ann has come to see you."

The person on the sickbed remained motionless, showing no response.

The medical equipment displayed no fluctuations in data either.

Old Madam Ye understood in her heart that the chances of a vegetative person awakening were no more than 10% unless a miracle occurred.

Yet, she couldn’t help but indulge in fantasies along the way.

What if?

What if her daughter Sisi heard Ann’s voice and suddenly woke up?

Reality harshly slapped her, denying any miracles or "what ifs".

As if the emotions that had been tightly held throughout the journey had reached their breaking point, Old Madam Ye’s eyes turned red.

She hastily said to Ann, "I’ll go to the restroom for a moment."

She quickly turned around, leaving the room and even closing the door behind her, then entered the restroom in the living room.

The sound of running water filled the restroom, drowning out the suppressed and gloomy sobs.

In the room, only Ann and the unconscious Ye Chaosi remained.

Qin Sui’an moved to the other side of the sickbed, rubbing her little hands together to warm them up before carefully reaching into the bedsheet.

She gently and slowly held Ye Chaosi’s hand.

Her mother’s hand was warm, not cold, thin, and seemingly even thinner than Ann’s hand, lacking flesh.

She delicately felt her mother’s hand and her gaze fell upon her mother’s face.

Mother looked so beautiful, even when she was asleep.

Qin Sui’an recalled the photos her father had shown her of her mother, as well as the family portrait her older sister had shown her.

Regardless of which photo it was, her mother in the picture was awake and smiling.

Relying on the memories in her mind, Qin Sui’an imagined how her mother would look when she woke up from the bed.

She must be smiling too.

Lost in her thoughts, Qin Sui’an’s round eyes curved, and her tightly pursed little mouth relaxed and turned upwards.

Unfortunately, she had never heard her mother’s voice.

What did her mother’s voice sound like?

Was it similar to Grandma’s?

When Grandma spoke to her, her voice was soft and gentle, but when she spoke to her older sister or the driver’s uncle, it was cool.

So, was her mother’s voice gentle or cool?

Qin Sui’an couldn’t figure it out and sighed in frustration, "If only Mommy could talk to Ann, that would be great."

She didn’t need to say many words, just one would be enough.

She wanted to hear her mother’s voice.