The Old Madam struggled to see the young woman's face clearly.
But her vision was a constant blur, and she couldn't see a thing clearly.
Hua Qingqing gripped her hand tightly and said through her tears.
"Grandmother, I've been a terrible granddaughter. You're so ill, and I wasn't here by your side to take care of you."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, splashing onto the back of the Old Madam's hand.
The Old Madam's fingers twitched, then slowly, very slowly, they closed around her hand.
It was a silent comfort.
As if telling her not to cry, not to blame herself.
But this only made Hua Qingqing cry harder.
She even forgot she was pregnant, collapsing onto the Old Madam's arm and sobbing uncontrollably.
Just then, the steward rushed in.
"Reporting to Mr. Bo and Madam, someone from the Imperial Hospital is here. They say they've come on the Saint's orders to examine the Old Madam."
Hua Dingzong said quickly, "Quickly, show them in!"
