Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: What’s That Got to Do with Me?

"As for you wanting to be the rotting meat, that’s your own business, but my sister and I aren’t any flies," Su Zhe looked at her coldly, "and I suggest that since you’re such a happy family of three, at least try not to keep each other in the dark—don’t have one person call us back, and then another ask why we’re here."

Su Zhe paused, then gave a sarcastic smile, "Do you think we wanted to come back? Do you think we have nothing better to do?"

Zhu Xinyan swayed slightly, "What... what are you saying?"

"I don’t repeat myself."

"Are you saying... You mean, it was your dad... it was Su Yukan who asked you to come back?" Zhu Xinyan’s face was a picture of disbelief.

Su Zhe still looked at her with an icy stare and said curtly, "Why don’t you go in first and compare notes with each other?"

Zhu Xinyan’s face was still pale, and she was at a loss for words.

Su Zhe didn’t have time to waste on her and pulled Su Lu along, heading inside.

Zhao Tong didn’t want to come; the boy had always had a strong personality. He probably said something like: "I won’t go for now, I’ll go to the club to hang out with Ah Xi and the others. If that old man really wants to see me once you guys are there, we can talk then. I don’t think he’s that eager to see me."

Su Lu was being stared at by Su Jiao, and she could feel the hatred in her sister’s eyes almost taking physical form and stabbing toward her.

To tell the truth, if it wasn’t for not wanting Su Zhe to face this alone, Su Lu wouldn’t have wanted to come either.

Inside the hospital room, a bed connected to numerous machines, with a humidifier on the bedside table gently puffing out white mist.

The monitor was emitting a steady beeping sound.

The person lying on the bed didn’t seem particularly pale or emaciated, but rather, due to swelling or middle-age weight gain, appeared somewhat bloated.

He was connected to monitoring equipment, along with a catheter and intravenous drip.

he was a patient who

at the doorway, watching them. His gaze was a bit murky, showing signs of

illness takes a heavy toll in

make any sound. Saliva

a well-known affliction, the

Yukan’s condition looked rather

and at first, no sound came out. Then it was just meaningless monosyllables, "Uh... aah,

like this, Su Lu felt somewhat

might not usually be used this way, but sometimes, like now, Su Lu really wanted

it was

her life. And now, such a man lay on a hospital bed, potentially on the verge

maybe he would never recover, remaining like this for the rest of

could finally produce some broken syllables, laboriously

Xinyan had already composed herself and walked back in, with Su Jiao

spoke

is impaired. Recovery is possible, but it will take time, and it might be hard to get back to normal," Zhu Xinyan

front of the hospital bed, calmly looking at the person

believe, hard to imagine that this

reminder to Su Zhe, a constant wake-up call. It didn’t matter what kind of person he wanted to become, for he had no clear-cut goals or ideals in mind at the moment. However, he had always been crystal clear and firm about what he did not want to become—a

to Su Yukan utter those difficult,

Su Yukan

words made Zhu

the matter, seeing Zhu Xinyan’s expression grow worse—along with Su Jiao’s seemingly resentful

this might have something to do with

Yukan for a lifetime; it would be naive to think it was all for love. More likely, it was for the benefits,

immediately called back his eldest son with whom he’d had little