Mu Wanrou regained her senses and turned around dazedly, her gaze falling on the pillow in the nurse's embrace.
It was just a soft, white pillow.
Still, her eyes widened at the sight. She ecstatically pounced on the nurse and snatched the pillow away from her embrace.
\"Child, my child; my baby…\"
The moment she hugged the pillow, she instantly drew in her claws. A tender and motherly look surfaced on her face, and she appeared more docile than ever.
\"Baby… woo… woo… woo… Mommy misses you so much…\"
The medical personnel behind her exchanged knowing glances. Clinching this opportunity, they rushed forward and efficiently injected her with a dose of sedative.
She trembled harshly for a moment before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her entire body then crumpled to the ground.
A few doctors and nurses lifted her onto the bed before leaving the room. They then proceeded to lock the door from the outside.
From start to finish, Mu Yazhe did not express any emotion on his face. All he did was stare coldly at the deranged woman, who was now still due to the effects of the sedative.
The pillow was still hugged tightly to her chest, with no sign of her loosening her grip any time soon.
She had undoubtedly gone insane.
Initially, he had his doubts. He wondered if she might be pulling some tricks, trying to feign madness around him, but he was convinced now!
This woman had truly gone crazy!
Her situation seemed rather serious to boot!
Exactly what provocation did she experience?
Min Yu responded to his suspicions. \"According to the doctors, as the patient has been living in apprehension for a long time, it resulted in her experiencing a grave mental impediment the moment she received a severe trauma.\"
When Mu Wanrou woke up that day, she learned that she had a miscarriage and had lost her baby. Her uterus was also removed.
This was a traumatic and grievous experience to her. She finally managed to conceive a baby, only to lose it in the end. Due to this, she began to have self-harm tendencies.
After leaving the operating room, her condition became increasingly unstable. She would not stop calling out for her child, unable to accept the loss of her offspring.
She was pitiful yet also hateful!
The man turned around slowly as he planned to leave, only to spot a figure standing at the end of the hallway.
At the end of the hallway, Mu Lianjue stood with a cane in his hand as someone beside him supported him. His back was against the light; thus, his expression was indecipherable.
Mu Yazhe was stunned. His eyes began to turn chilly as they got filled with hatred. With his head held high, he took large strides toward him.
\"Fourth Mu!\" His voice was so cold that it was as if he were trapped in an ice house.
The way he had addressed the middle-aged man directly clearly showed his intention not to give him any face!
The middle-aged man's body jerked a little in response. He raised his head and looked at him.
In the next second, the younger man reached out viscously to wrap his strong and thick hand around the other's throat fiercely. He could vaguely hear the frail groans of several of his joints.
Mu Lianjue was caught off guard by his rude gesture, and this caused him to drop his cane to the floor with a clatter.
Mu Yazhe gripped his throat and pushed him harshly against the wall!
The latter was unable to fight back. Subdued by his nephew's hand, he backed away a few meters as his spine collided coldly against the wall, which resulted in a loud thud.