If we can't find the origin of these black-clad people, the Zhao family will never have peace.
"Auntie, what should we do now?" Hua Tianyou asked softly, his voice tinged with anxiety.
The matron was silent for a moment, her eyes flickering with determination: "First, wait for the doctor to come and keep him alive. Then... find a way to pry open his mouth. No matter what, we must find out who sent them."
Zhao Ling'er held the matron's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry as well.
"Mother, my brother... will he be alright?"
The matron sighed, gently patting Zhao Ling'er's hand without saying a word.
"Why isn't the doctor here yet?"
Hua Tianyou glanced at Zhao Ling'er's tearful appearance, feeling a pang of heartache, but he couldn't help much, and couldn't stop rubbing his hands anxiously.
He knew that with Zhao Zun absent, he was now the only man in the family who could take charge, and he was the support for Zhao Ling'er and the matron.
