CHAPTER 759: CHAPTER 734 PARALYSIS

Mrs. Song defiantly chased after her, "Xiao Hui, how can you just leave like this? Let me tell you, all those things of yours are from our family. Even if you get a divorce, it’s still marital property, and you must give us back those tens of thousands on the passbook."

Most of the jewelry she owned was scattered and lost, and there wasn’t much left. If Xiao Hui took all that away...

Why should she?

Mrs. Song would never allow it. She reached out to tug at Xiao Hui.

Xiao Hui was carrying a suitcase in one hand and holding Nannan in the other, unable to defend herself against Mrs. Song’s rear ambush.

Standing by the edge of the stairs for a moment.

She fell down while holding the child.

...

Song Mohuan and Song Qinghe hurriedly rushed out, hearing the commotion, they knew something was wrong especially after hearing Xiao Hui’s scream just now.

Mrs. Song remained at the top of the stairs, while Xiao Hui had already fallen to the bottom, cradling the child.

She lay motionless on the ground, her head bleeding profusely, while Nannan had a big gash on her head, her face covered in blood, crying loudly.

Song Mohuan rushed down the stairs to lift Xiao Hui.

No matter how much he hated Xiao Hui in his heart, at this moment, seeing her face covered with blood, barely alive lying here, he felt distraught.

After all, they had been married for so many years, once a loving couple without any major disputes. Of course, Xiao Hui’s act was certainly unprecedented.

Putting a green hat on him, does that not count as a major dispute?

"Xiao Hui!"

Xiao Hui glanced at Song Mohuan, her head tilted as she fainted.

"Quickly, send them to the hospital! What are you standing there for?"

Song Qinghe urgently shouted.

No matter what unimaginable things this daughter-in-law might have done, a life was at stake, and if she died here, his wife would have to face a murder charge.

The couple hurried down. Song Qinghe picked up Nannan, while Song Mohuan carried Xiao Hui, rushing out quickly.

Fortunately, the hospital was not far away. Which was why this house had been so meticulously chosen by Old Mrs. Song back then.

The surrounding infrastructure was extremely complete.

Song Mohuan sat outside the emergency room while Xiao Hui and the child were both inside, his bloodied presence still, lost in thought.

Mrs. Song was there, angrily cursing loudly.

"That woman is a jinx; look, nothing good happens when you’re involved with her."

Song Qinghe glared at Mrs. Song, "Can you just say less? What’s the use of talking like this when things have reached this point? You can only hope that the mother and daughter inside the emergency room are okay, because if anything happens, you’ll be deemed a killer."

Mrs. Song, hearing this, murmured sullenly under her breath.

"I wasn’t intentional; wasn’t I just furious at the time? That woman says divorce and it’s divorce, takes our things and it’s taking our things, right? I’m doing this for whom, not for our family? You can’t blame everything on me just because of this matter. I wasn’t intending to kill. At worst, it’s just negligence."

"Are you feeling justified now, right? Can’t you just be quiet and let us father and son have some peace?"

Song Qinghe reprimanded.

Mrs. Song shut her mouth.

The doctor emerged from the emergency room.

"Who’s the family of Fang Xiaohui and Song Ziqing?"

Song Mohuan stood up, "I am! How are they?"

"Song Ziqing suffered a head wound. We’ve stitched it up, about three stitches, given a tetanus shot. So far, there are no other injuries and can be discharged. However, Fang Xiaohui’s condition is very serious.

When she fell down the stairs, her spine was severely injured. Based on the current situation, we need to perform surgery, but you should be prepared. The patient might be bedridden for life."

The doctor could tell at a glance that he was certainly the husband and father of the mother and daughter.

When one’s daughter and wife encounter such a major incident, it’s truly distressing. The expression on this man’s face showed he was so grief-stricken he was beyond feeling.

Song Mohuan fell to the ground with a thud, and even though he deeply resented Xiao Hui, wishing she were dead.

It was still heartbreaking to know that such a severe accident had befallen Xiao Hui, rendering her permanently bedridden.

After all, she had been his beloved wife for so many years.

"What? Bedridden?"

Mrs. Song was so terrified she plopped down into a chair, realizing she had caused this herself. Even if it wasn’t fatal, it was still an act of harm.

Mrs. Song was at a loss, completely disoriented by now.

Song Qinghe looked at his wife.

"Doctor, please proceed with the surgery. We are the patient’s family and hope you can do your utmost to save her life. We are aware of the worst-case scenario. We will definitely cooperate actively in treatment."

The doctor nodded satisfactorily; this was how things should be, fortunately there was a calm and sensible person in the family.

The doctor and nurses wheeled Fang Xiaohui into the operating room, while outside, Song Qinghe and Mrs. Song had a dispute.

"Old Song, what should we do now? With this situation, will the police arrest me? Perhaps it’s best for our son to divorce Xiao Hui immediately; once divorced, it’s over. Surely our son can’t live a lifetime with a bedridden patient."

"What can be done? Fang Xiaohui is already bedridden, divorce is certainly impossible. Divorcing now would leave others to criticize our moral indecency. If you wish our son to be pointed at for life, then just hope he divorces Xiao Hui.

Besides, in her condition now, if the divorce doesn’t happen, Xiao Hui probably won’t sue you. If Xiao Hui divorces our son, do you think she’ll ever forgive you?"

Song Qinghe remained calm, knowing they couldn’t act excessively, both morally and humanly.

Even though Xiao Hui had disgraced herself, they couldn’t explain the situation repeatedly to each person.

Besides, this was not a matter of pride. Their son had been cuckolded by his daughter-in-law, and a child was born.

Could this matter be aired out publicly?

Does their son want to face anyone in the future?

By all measures now, they could only swallow the bitterness.

Divorce was certainly off the table, and they’d have to properly take care of Xiao Hui for a lifetime.

Pity their son.

Mrs. Song cried, "What can be done? This child is ruined for life, burdened with a bedridden wife who can’t help, yet he must care for her, having been cuckolded by this woman, with no one to cry his grievance.

What kind of fate is this? My poor son! Why is his luck so bad, to meet such a wife?"

Even these laments had to be whispered, for they would ruin their son’s reputation if overheard.