"Don’t you dare! Don’t think I don’t know. You’re after some kind of mischief again, aren’t you? You and your father are truly disgusting." Madam Shang was full of hatred.

Madam Shang didn’t let her in, trying to drive her away.

Ye Lu, with no other options, turned to leave, but she was stopped by a bodyguard in a hurry: "Miss Ye, Old Sir Shang invites you in."

Madam Shang’s face underwent a drastic transformation: "Has dad gone mad? How could he want to see such a shameless person? He’d get even sicker from the anger."

Regardless, none dared to defy Old Sir Shang’s command, and Ye Lu was escorted into the quiet sickroom.

Ye Lu was shocked as she observed Old Sir Shang, who was lying in the hospital bed, his body full of medical tubes, surrounded by life-support equipments. He laid on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, motionless, his sickly face aged and looked like a centenarian tree on the verge of withering. Given his severe state, she feared that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Ye Lu’s heart quivered, and she was sorrowful. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

The bodyguard had said that Old Sir Shang had suffered a heart attack and a stroke due to the anger caused by the event at the wedding, making his condition severely critical.

Earlier, Old Sir Shang was so healthy and kind. Who could have expected that after such a sudden change, he would become critically ill? She felt overwhelmingly self-blaming for what had happened.

"Old Sir Shang, I’m sorry. I really didn’t expect things to turn out this way. I’m sorry." She choked with emotion. Among all the people involved in this sudden change, she felt most sorry for this elderly man.

Old Sir Shang turned his eyeballs towards her and spoke with difficulty: "Although I am old, I am not so senile that I cannot discern right from wrong. This matter does not concern you. You too are a victim. It is a pity that Jingchen is so unfortunate. My foolish grandson is blinded by prejudice."

Ye Lu felt even sadder. Old Sir Shang was still consoling her, which made her feel relatively better.

"Where is he? Why is he not here?" Ye Lu was surprised that given Old Sir Shang’s critical condition, Shang Jingchen was not by his side.

"This kid and Yuan Jiayin have gone abroad, and I can’t reach them over the phone." said Old Sir Shang in a calm voice filled with sadness.

Ye Lu was surprised and sympathized with the old man. This pitiful old man, so ill, yet his beloved grandson has abandoned the family and eloped. Shang Jingchen, how could you be so cruel? Don’t you care about your grandpa at all?

"Child, stay and keep me company for a few more days," Old Sir Shang sighed.

Ye Lu nodded. An elderly man as lonely as this, left alone while on his deathbed, she wished she could accompany him more and comfort him...

Madam Shang was very wary of her staying but could do nothing about it. The doctor had said that Old Sir Shang’s illness was very serious, if it worsened, he might not make it through the month.

Hearing this, Madam Shang fainted from grief.

After two days, Old Sir Shang’s condition slightly improved. Ye Lu helped the doctor move him to a mobile bed, prepared to take him to the laboratory for tests.

Unexpectedly, halfway there, a group of people suddenly barged into the laboratory with cameras wildly snapping photos. Coincidentally, the one leading the charge was—Ye Wanli.

Ye Lu was both shocked and furious. She hadn’t expected to see him here, and what were all these people he brought doing here?

Once Ye Wanli saw Old Sir Shang, he immediately rushed over. The bodyguards tried to stop him but were dispersed by the mob of journalists.

The doctor was quivering in anger. Ye Lu quickly blocked in front of the hospital bed and stared at him in anger: "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? Get out!"

Old Sir Shang couldn’t be irritated any further, it would be very dangerous. She had the premonition that her father came here to create a stir.