The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

"Sweetie, Auntie won't go anywhere tonight, I'll stay here with you, okay?"

Xie Yumin touched Mengmeng's forehead somewhat awkwardly, and forced a smile with trembling lips, "Let's go back to our room."

After comforting Mengmeng, Xie Yumin forced herself to lie down next to the child despite her aching body.

The rain outside the window started again sometime earlier, the pattering sound mingling with the sharp pain of my wound.

"How...can it hurt this much?"

Xie Yumin trembled and curled up into a ball, her nails digging deeply into her palms, yet she still couldn't stop her whole body from shaking—

The wound on her waist felt like it was burning and stinging, and cold sweat soaked the sheets beneath her.

"Auntie, you're shaking so badly."

Mengmeng turned over in a daze and, by the dim light of the bedside night lamp, saw Xie Yumin's face, which was as pale as paper.

The little girl instantly snapped out of it, reaching out to touch her burning forehead. When her fingertips touched the sticky cold sweat, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Does your wound hurt? Mengmeng will go find a doctor right away!"

"Don't……"

Xie Yumin weakly tugged at the child's clothes, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, despite the pain: "Help Auntie... get a tissue."

Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a tissue from the bedside table, only to find that her aunt's hand was covered in cold sweat when she handed it over.

Xie Yumin took the tissue and struggled to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, but when she looked down, she noticed that the blood seeping from her waist was slowly soaking the sheets.

"Mengmeng, be good, Auntie is fine."

She clenched the blood-stained tissue into her palm, her nails digging deep into her flesh, and forcefully swallowed back the sob that was about to escape her throat.

Seeing the aunt's contorted expression, Mengmeng suddenly burst into tears: "Auntie, please don't hold it in! Mengmeng will go get someone!"

"return……"

Xie Yumin weakly tugged at the child's clothes, but she didn't even have the strength to stop him.

Watching Mengmeng stumble and run out the door, she wanted to call out to this stubborn little figure, but her throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of blood-soaked cotton.

The marble floor tiles of the villa's corridor felt chilly as Mengmeng ran barefoot across them.

"Aunt Ruolan!"

She slammed her fist on Ruolan's door, her voice trembling with tears: "Aunt Ruolan! Auntie is in so much pain."

"Why don't you go and call Aunt Xie?"

There was a flurry of noise from inside the door before it slowly opened a crack.

Ruolan, wrapped in a silk nightgown, peeked out from under her delicate eyelashes, her impatience hidden beneath them.

"What's all the commotion about so late?"

Ruolan glanced at her dirty feet, her tone indifferent.

"The auntie is bleeding a lot and can't even speak!"

Mengmeng stomped her feet anxiously, tears welling up in her red eyes. "Didn't Uncle tell you to arrange for a doctor? Why hasn't the doctor arrived yet?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Ruolan's eyes.

"I already notified them."

She then adopted a feigned worried expression, lightly pressing her fingertips to her brow: "The doctor said there's traffic on the way, let's wait a bit longer..."

"Liar!"

Mengmeng suddenly screamed and clung to the door frame, "You didn't make a call! You're trying to kill your aunt!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ruolan suddenly changed her expression and slammed the door shut.

The little girl couldn't dodge in time, and her forehead slammed hard against the door frame. As she fell to the ground, her knees scraped against the rough carpet, leaving two bloody marks.

A heart-wrenching cry rang out in the empty corridor, and the nanny, who was making her rounds, rushed over upon hearing it.

He trembled as he picked up the shaking Mengmeng, and saw the bruise on the child's forehead swelling rapidly.

"what happened?"

The aunt's voice trembled.

"Aunt Ruolan...refused to save Auntie..."

Sobbing, Mengmeng recounted Xie Yumin's high fever and coma in fits and starts.

The aunt's face turned ashen instantly. She carefully placed the child on the ground and turned to run towards Xie Yumin's room, but was stopped by Ruolan who suddenly appeared.

"Auntie, the child doesn't know any better..."

Ruolan regained her elegant demeanor, but her hair was slightly disheveled from the panic. "I've already contacted the family doctor, don't make things worse."

"Step aside!"

The aunt's eyes widened in anger, and the veins on her neck bulged. "Before he left, Mr. Gu repeatedly told me to make sure to call a doctor for Miss Xie."

"It's been almost an hour and the doctor still hasn't arrived?"

Ruolan's face instantly darkened, her exquisite makeup unable to conceal the ruthlessness in her eyes: "How dare you, a mere servant, question me? I said I contacted them, and that's final!"

"A life is at stake! Miss Xie is in critical condition. Can you take responsibility for this?"

The nanny's eyes reddened with anxiety, and her voice was trembling with tears.

Ruolan sneered and crossed her arms: "I already notified them. What can I do if the doctor doesn't come? Do you expect me to personally go and kidnap the doctor?"

Suddenly, Mengmeng rushed forward, grabbed the nanny's clothes, and cried out, "Grandma, we can't wait any longer!"

"Mengmeng, be good. I'll go check on Miss Xie first."

Looking at the child's tear-streaked face, and remembering Xie Yumin's uncertain fate, the nanny steeled her heart and forcefully pushed Ruolan away: "I'm going to take care of Miss Xie. You'd better take care of yourself!"

As she spoke, she pulled Mengmeng along and quickly walked towards the room.

Along the way, Mengmeng looked up anxiously and asked, "Auntie, what should we do?"

"How about... we contact a doctor?"

"Mengmeng, don't panic. Grandma will think of a way to help you, okay?"

The nanny gritted her teeth, her eyes resolute: "Go get Miss Xie's phone and call for an ambulance. I'll contact Mr. Gu."

"Don't worry, with Auntie here, I'll make sure nothing happens to Miss Xie!"

Mengmeng nodded vigorously and ran towards Xie Yumin's room.

Inside the room, Xie Yumin was already in a semi-conscious state, her forehead burning hot like a branding iron, with only her lips trembling slightly.

Mengmeng rushed to the bedside, frantically rummaging through the pillow and blankets with her little hands, but only found damp sheets.

"Where's the phone...?"

Tears streamed down her face as she cried, landing heavily on Xie Yumin's hand. She then opened the bedside table drawer, only to find it empty except for a few packs of tissues.

Meanwhile, the nanny hid in the storage room, trembling as she dialed Gu Yinshen's number.

As soon as the call connected, she cried out, her voice trembling with tears, "Mr. Gu, Miss Xie's condition is not good, and the doctor hasn't arrived yet!"

"what?"

A loud crash came from the other end of the phone as a file slammed onto the table. Gu Yinshen's voice was icy: "I clearly told Ruolan to contact the hospital before I left. How could it have dragged on like this?"

"This one……"

The nanny clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice trembling: "I don't know either."

"But... but Miss Ruolan keeps saying the doctor is on his way..."

She didn't dare to say it outright, but deliberately left a long pause.

Gu Yinshen instantly understood, and a suppressed roar came through the receiver: "You take care of Yu Mian first, I'll contact the hospital myself! If anything happens to her..."

The call ended before she could finish speaking. The nanny held the hot phone, staring at Ruolan's closed door at the end of the corridor, her back already soaked with cold sweat.