After passing through the book, the CEO of a wealthy family is a vicious female supporting character

Chapter 622 Back on track

The chief physician explained a lot, detailing everything that Grandma Zhao needed to pay attention to in the later stages of her illness.

Zhao Zhiguo listened attentively, and before leaving, he asked Zhao Fucong to go with Dr. Song and pick up the medicine.

After everyone left, Zhao Zhiguo sat on the edge of his mother's bed, gazing intently at his elderly mother.

The sudden critical illness aged Chen Chunhua, an elderly woman who had always lived a life of leisure, by thirty years. The 80-year-old woman suddenly had gray hair, looked emaciated, and appeared to be 100 years old.

My mother used to be well-nourished with good soup, good food, and good medicine, and she was full of energy. But now, it's as if all her energy has been drained away, and she exudes a deathly aura.

In just a few hours, the skin on her face seemed to be glued to her bones; she was emaciated, and her cheekbones protruded frighteningly. She looked as if death might summon her at any moment.

An hour later, Zhao Fucong returned with the medicine. He then sent his son downstairs to help the women eat, while he stayed behind to look after his mother. "Have the maid bring the food here; I'll eat in your grandmother's room."

Zhao Zhiguo was still worried about his mother who hadn't woken up yet.

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As night fell, the Zhao family members came to visit Chen Chunhua one after another after finishing their dinner. She woke up once during the meal, and Zhao Zhiguo fed his elderly mother some easy-to-digest porridge. After finishing her meal, Chen Chunhua stared blankly at her son for a while before falling asleep again.

Zhao Zhiguo tucked the blanket around his mother, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at his sleeping mother, his thoughts drifting back to his childhood.

"Mom, they all say I'm ugly, and that I'm not Dad's child."

"Nonsense, you are your father's child! It's just that you look like me..."

"Mom, I want to look like Dad. Look at my sister, she looks just like Dad. Everyone praises her as a great beauty."

"Men's appearance doesn't matter. No matter how ugly you are, you are still the eldest son and grandson of our Zhao family. You will be the one to carry on the family business and inherit the family property in the future!"

"Mom, I'm useless."

"If she's no good, then let your sister help us. She's just a girl; her family can't support her, and her husband's family will look down on her. If she doesn't help, she's not a daughter of the Zhao family!"

"Mom, it's my fault that my sister got hurt."

"Nonsense, that's her fate! She's just a little girl, so headstrong, disobedient to her family, and doesn't help them. That's why God took her away!"

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“Mom, sister…” Zhao Zhiguo felt a pang of sorrow as he thought of his deceased sister, and tears welled up in his old eyes. He knew deep down that his mother’s actions back then were wrong, and he knew that his mother favored boys over girls, but… back then, he had acquiesced to his mother’s actions.

Countless nights after his sister's death, he was filled with deep remorse whenever he thought of her. Years of guilt instilled a deep-seated emotional distress in him. He feared taking responsibility and always sought help from others rather than shouldering the burden himself.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

"Zhiguo...don't cry, Mom's alright." Zhao Chunhua heard her son crying in her light sleep, forced her eyes open, and reached out to her son.

"Mom!" His mother was awake, and as her son, he was naturally happy. Zhao Zhiguo stood up and helped his mother to her feet.

"Cough cough!" Little did they know, this simple act of getting up would have serious consequences.

Chen Chunhua lay in bed all day and all afternoon. Suddenly, she sat up, the phlegm stuck in her throat, causing her to cough incessantly. She coughed so hard it almost seemed like she would die.

When Zhao Zhiguo heard that his mother's phlegm was stuck in her throat, he felt a pang of anxiety. Then, an unbearable stench suddenly filled the air.