CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135; HE COULDN’T WATCH HER...

His tone lowered further, steel hidden under restraint. "You have to do it discreetly and immediately. She needs urgent medical care." He actually hadn’t thought she would be in such a state, without treatment, she won’t recover.

He couldn’t watch her wallow away...

When the line went silent, he stood alone in the corridor, his expression unreadable in the dim light, save for the faintest flicker of resolve hardening in his gaze.

Everything needed a first step and all will be well...

The hallway was quiet, the door to Yueyao’s room shut behind him.

For a moment, Jin Shuren lingered there, his hand still resting on the polished wood, as though the warmth of that fragile scene inside could seep through his skin.

The image was burned into him, Yueyao’s weary body curled protectively around Yueqin’s, a mother and a daughter finally breathing in unison, asleep in each other’s arms. Finding comfort in their arms.

He had pulled the blanket gently over them before stepping out, his movements cautious, reverent, almost fearful of disturbing that moment of peace.

But as the silence of the corridor closed in, the weight he carried pressed down heavier than ever.

His fingers tightened at his side, nails pressing faint crescents into his palm, and before he could stop it, the past unspooled itself before his eyes, it was raw, merciless, and vivid.

It was a night he couldn’t forget, a night he touched her blood, a night he gave away his blood and a night he had to be vigilant.

It had been a night of blood and grief. The cries of the newborns had been weak, almost swallowed by the storm raging outside.

"Nurse... Nurse..."

"Save my baby!"

"Please save my baby!"

"Doctors here, it’s an emergency... She is bleeding and the pregnancy ain’t full term..."

"Please save my baby...."

"We need surgery forms signed for urgent surgery, where is your husband? Who is accompanying you here?"

"Call your family over...." But who was she going to call? And she knew no one would definitely show up for her.

Jin Shuren who was the one who brought her in and watching from a distance that scenario fold out, he couldn’t bear to see her lose her life and kids’.

He could only sign for her and watch out for her...

Shen Xuan, frail, but with a will to live clawing at every breath, had managed to cling on to life. His breath was steady even though he was frail.

Yueqin, on the other hand however... her body had been so light, so still, the doctors whispering words he could never erase: stillborn

He had stood frozen in that delivery room, the coppery tang of blood filling his nose, the sharp cries of attendants clouding around him. And Yueyao, was so pale, so unconscious, barely holding on to herself, never even knew what was going on around her.

They had wanted to discard the girl immediately, to end the matter quickly, cleanly because at that time, there was some medical negligence involving Yueyao and they could have been sued. After all, why bear the burden of a child too fragile for this world and be sued for a crime?

But he had moved before his thoughts could catch up to him. He remembered the weight of that tiny little bundle in his arms, her skin cold, and her breath shallow as a thread.

Life was so fragile and he didn’t mind risking everything.

No, he hadn’t thought of anything, and only a single word burnt through the haze, life, he was holding a life.

He would not let her vanish. He would not let this child be erased before she had even been given a chance to live the life.

So he had acted fast. Shen Xuan was left behind, concealed but protected, nurtured carefully in the shadows under his watch. And for Yueqin, he smuggled her out, sent abroad to clinics, to sterile halls where machines hummed and doctors frowned at charts.

Every day, every night, he had waited for a letter, a call, a sign that she was still breathing. Two years he lived in that torment, flying back and forth, hovering on the edge of despair with each report, until finally... stability. Fragile, but real. She had survived.

He closed his eyes now, his chest rising and falling with the memory that was so bitter to recall.

Yueyao had never known anything about her birth, even her husband was abroad at that time she was giving birth. Even for the hospital forms, he was the one who had signed them, and if he hadn’t been present, both of those two kids and her could have died that time.

He wouldn’t have forgiven himself ever.

When she had awoken later and moved from the intensive care unit, there was only the frail boy in the cradle beside her.

He had borne the silence alone, a secret locked behind clenched teeth, because how could he have told her? How could he crush her with the truth when the girl might die tomorrow, when even hope had felt like cruelty?

And now, now that same secret lay just beyond the door he had closed. Yueyao clutching the daughter she never knew existed and is confusing between a dream and a reality, their breaths tangling in the hush of sleep.

A truth he had kept hidden, for her sake, for the child’s sake, for reasons that had felt so necessary then but weighed like iron shackles now.

Jin Shuren opened his eyes, the present folding over the storm of memory. His expression was carved into stillness, yet in his gaze there flickered something raw, sorrow, guilt, and a resolve sharper than steel.

He pressed a hand briefly against the doorframe, as though anchoring himself to the moment within, before pulling away and letting the shadows of the corridor swallow him whole.

Jin Shuren’s hand slipped from the doorframe, his composure reined back in, though the echo of memory still burned like a brand beneath his skin.