"I'm sorry for you..."
Jiang Ying's pale face was bloodless, looking like a corpse.
Bo Jingyu held her hand but couldn't feel the warmth he used to.
"Mother, don't leave me and brother!"
She bit her lower lip. Her heart felt as if it was being pricked by thousands of invisible needles, so painful that she could hardly breathe and her emotions were fluctuating.
Beep beep beep.
The instruments beside sensed the vital signs and beeped urgently. But only Bo Jingyu in the room could hear the sound clearly. The people still arguing outside didn't hear a single bit of it.
"I'll go and call father and grandpa here right away!"
With tears in his eyes, he was about to get off the chair. But the grip on his hand pulled him back.
Jiang Ying felt dizzy and her vision was blurry.
She knew well that she was a sinner. The thing she regretted most in her life was that she couldn't watch her two children grow up.
She couldn't accompany Bo Jingming to the end of their lives.
"Jingyu... I want to, want to ask you for a favor."
"Mother, don't talk anymore! Let go of me quickly. I'll go find the doctors. They are so skillful that they must be able to cure you!" Bo Jingyu pleaded with tears.
"I don't have much time left. Just do me this favor. You must help me accomplish this. And only you can do it!"
Looking at Jiang Ying's determined eyes, he shed tears continuously.
"What do you need me to do?" Even though Bo Jingyu was extremely sad and painful, he couldn't bear to hurt this weak woman in front of him.
"See the oxygen mask I'm wearing?" She could hardly keep her eyes open. Her chest was absorbing oxygen and she was holding on with willpower. "There's a tube under it. Just pull it out gently."
"What you're asking... No, I can't do it!"
"Yes, you can."
Bo Jingyu couldn't stop trembling. It was as if there was a spring in his head, buzzing and stimulating every nerve.
"No! Mother, I can't!"
"Your father and grandpa have been arguing for so many years because of me. As your mother, I really haven't set a good example."
Scenes from the past flashed through Jiang Ying's mind. It was as if God pitied her tragic life and let her feel the warm memories of the past at the last moment before the lamp ran out of oil.
"Just do me this favor. Please... please."
The heart rate number on the electrocardiogram was slowly dropping.
Her pleading eyes were fixed on Bo Jingyu, as if this was her last hope, the last salvation to ease the contradiction.
The tears on Bo Jingyu's face dried and then got wet again. He raised his small arm and grabbed the oxygen tube that held a person's life and death, gasping for breath unbearably.
"I'm so scared, mother. I, I can't do it..."
Jiang Ying's smile was pure. She just gently coaxed her beloved son, "Later, tell the family. I don't want to cause them any more trouble. My Jingyu, my Siming, mom loves you, loves you so much."
How Bo Jingyu wished his brother was here at this moment. This might be the last time in their lives to see their mother's face.
Her gentle breath, her careful care, her warm hands. He would never see them again.
"Cough!"
Suddenly, Jiang Ying couldn't breathe. She let go of him and quickly moved her hand to her neck. "Hurry, hurry up! I'm so uncomfortable..."
Bo Jingyu was scared. He stared blankly as his mother's face gradually turned purple and red. Her eyes rolled back and she struggled painfully.
"Please, the oxygen, cough!"
The roaring in his head interfered with his every move. Strange emotions welled up in his heart. He wanted to roar, to vent, and even to escape.
But the cruelty of reality stabbed another knife into his young heart without any mercy. When he regained consciousness, the oxygen tube was already in his hand.
Beep...
The electrocardiogram turned into a horizontal bar with a shrill sound.
He killed his mother with his own hands.
Bang!
Bo Siming rushed in, gasping for breath. After taking a few steps, he was shocked and froze. The scene in front of him made his heart ache instantly.
Jiang Ying on the hospital bed had already stopped breathing. And his own younger brother was standing beside, holding the oxygen tube expressionlessly.
"Ying'er? Ying'er!" Bo Jingming rushed in after him. After seeing this scene, he knelt on the ground in disbelief and cried to the sky.
Chaos ensued again. Doctors and nurses surrounded the bed, pretending to perform life - saving actions desperately. They pressed on the woman on the bed who had long lost her soul for a long time.
"Chairman... We've done our best."
Before Bo Jingyu could say a single word, a heavy and harsh slap landed on his side face. He couldn't support the powerful force and was slapped to the ground.
"She's your mother! How could you be so heartless and pull out her oxygen tube?!" Bo Yanhai was so angry that his beard was shaking. He wished he could strangle this little bastard with his own hands.
"Why are you scolding him? A heartless child like him couldn't possibly understand these feelings between family members." Bo Jingming was completely heart - broken.
The attitudes of the two elders clearly isolated him.
The once - close relationship had turned into stagnant water that would never ripple again.
Bo Jingyu opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.
The indirect harm caused by tinnitus and dizziness was the unbearable headache that came in waves. The recurring pain seemed to be locked on his head, flaring up every once in a while.
He didn't dare to say anything, nor did he know how to say it.
He did pull out the oxygen tube unconsciously just now. And he was indeed responsible for the current situation.
"You return my mother to me! Return her!"
Bo Siming grabbed his shoulders. His pupils were full of red bloodshot eyes.
"She's already dead."
These cold words hit the hearts of the other three people.
They looked at Bo Jingyu as if he were a monster. If it weren't for the so - called blood relationship, he might have been hacked to pieces long ago.
After his mother's burial, he was clearly "abandoned".
His grandpa and father went abroad. His brother took on the heavy responsibility of the company and was busy with work day and night. Even when they met, his brother would just mock him about their mother.
Bo Jingyu's bad reputation gradually spread in the dark.
Coming back to his senses, he had been sitting in the driver's seat and driving for a long time.
These memories popped up inexplicably today, adding fuel to the fire of his already bad mood.
When he arrived at the Shen family's place, he leaned against the car and waited for the servant to report.
"Madam, the second young master is waiting outside and says he wants to see the second young mistress."
Yang Wan's face changed in shock. "This is bad! That ugly girl is still cleaning in the basement. Quickly find an excuse to put him off!"
Aunt Liang frowned in a dilemma. "But he said he won't leave until he sees the person. Please ask the eldest young lady to think of a way."
"He comes neither early nor late, but just at this time!" Yang Wan stomped her high - heels and almost stumbled on the stairs. "Yu'er! Yu'er!"