In the new office building of Georgesson's company, Zhao Zongli knocked on the office door and walked in quickly. He looked a little flustered, and before he could stand firmly, he spoke: "President, just now Lin Daxun sent someone to deliver a message, saying that Mrs. Lin died of a sudden illness, and asked Miss Lin to go to St. Mary's Hospital quickly." ”

"What? Mrs. Lin...... Pass away?! James was shocked.

Seeing Zhao Zongli nodding, James hesitated and thought for a moment, then got up and picked up his coat, and said as he walked: "Prepare the car, go back to the old house." ”

The car stopped at the gate of the old mansion at a gallop, James frowned and walked into the house, and when he saw Song's mother, he asked directly, "Where is Miss Lin?" ”

"Miss Lin is in the upstairs room." Mother Song saw that Mr. James's expression was wrong, and she realized that there was something bad, so she didn't dare to ask more.

James looked upstairs, took a deep breath to look calm, and hurried upstairs.

The upstairs door was open, and he tapped twice and walked straight in.

Yuhan was sorting out the drawing paper, and was surprised to see James come back, and said with a smile, "You came back so early today?" ”

James gave a brief "um", then turned around and walked straight to Yuhan's closet, opened the two cabinet doors, and a variety of clothes were displayed in front of him, from which he chose a plain white dress and handed it to her.

"I'm going to take you somewhere. Put this dress on first, and I'll wait for you downstairs. ”

James came downstairs, and Song Ma was still standing in place and looking at him worriedly, and he whispered briefly to Song Ma about the reason.

Yuhan quickly changed his clothes and came down, and saw James and Song Ma with serious expressions, standing side by side without speaking, and was very puzzled.

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

"Let's go." James interrupted her questioning and turned to walk out. Zhao Zongli waited at the door, and when he saw them coming out, he immediately opened the car door and asked the two to get into the car, and then started the car and walked all the way. Yuhan saw that the two of them had solemn expressions and didn't speak, although he wondered in his heart, he resisted the urge to ask questions, and only listened to the clear and powerful sound of the car's motor.

The car stopped steadily at the entrance of St. Mary's Hospital, and Zhao Zongli got out of the car first and went in. James waited for a while before slowly getting out of the car, Yuhan was inexplicable, and also got out of the car behind him, feeling that the doubts in his heart were thicker.

"What are you doing at the hospital? Is anyone sick? ”

James looked at her, hesitating as to answer. At this time, Zhao Zongli hurried back, and he nodded to James with certainty.

James frowned, took a deep breath, and then slowly held Yuhan's shoulders with both hands, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "Lin Yuhan, you listen to me seriously now." He paused slightly, and his voice was solemn, "Your mother, Mrs. Lin, has just passed away in this hospital due to a sudden illness, and you are now going to see her off for the last time." ”

His voice hit Yuhan's eardrums word for word, and her head buzzed. She just stared at him blankly, without any expression, without even blinking her eyes, as if she did not understand him at all. James took her shoulder and said, "Let's go." Then he helped her to the hospital. Yuhan tripped over the steps at the door in a trance, and James hugged her tightly so that she didn't fall.

They walked to the door of a ward, the door was open, and there were several people standing in the ward, including my father and Yao's mother, and the snow-white hospital bed was covered with white sheets. Yuhan walked through the crowd and gently pulled down the white sheets, and her mother lay peacefully, as if asleep.

"Mom." Yuhan leaned down and called softly, but her mother did not respond.

She gently shook her mother's arm, "Mom." No matter how loud she shouted, her mother still didn't respond.

She reached out and touched her mother's face, which had lost its warmth, and the cold touch pricked every nerve in her.

"Mommy——, Mommy—" No matter how hard she called, her mother would not answer her, she could not stroke her hair lovingly, she could not hold her hand gently, and she could not accompany her on the rest of her life. She was so scared, afraid that she would become a child without a mother from now on.

She held her mother like this until she lost consciousness.