He deliberately left them some space.
"Thank you." Gale said.
Aurum looked at her, "You don't need to thank me. And... Jennie, wouldn't thank me either."
He was trying to imply that no matter who she was or what her status had become, there was no need to be so formal with each other.
Gale didn't dare to look at him, and lowered her head slightly.
Aurum brushed past her and exited.
He spent the whole night in the hospital, feeling a little haggard, and the stubble on his chin had grown.
The door closed softly.
Gale's feet suddenly felt heavy; she couldn't take it upon herself to go to the bed.
Mary didn't call her either.
It was so silent until the sound of another patient sobbing could be heard in the ward.
"Mrs. Yarn," Gale walked over slowly, "I brought you a bouquet of flowers."
She was at a loss, not knowing how to face her... biological mother.
"If you address me as Mrs. Yarn, then... Should I call you Mrs. Wood? "Mrs. Yarn wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, "Have a seat."
How strange were they. The biological mother and daughter are calling each other so formally!
Gale put the bouquet on the cabinet, arranged it neatly, and then sat down..
Mary observed her every action, her eyes were full of love and guilt.
"Actually, I woke up shortly after arriving at the hospital last night." Mrs. Yarn said, "I couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, what flashed through my mind was all the experiences you have had over the years."
"I've been living... well... They've treated me like their own, and they haven't done me any wrong."
Mrs. Yarn nodded, "When you were in the Warm family, although you didn't say how rich you were, you had no worries about food and clothing. It was a well-off family, and Wendy was an intellectual. What I regret the most is after you married into the Wood family..."
Everything took a turn for the worse and everything started to change.
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