Arriving at Huaren.
Godmother had already been rushed out of the emergency room to the ICU, Old Jiang came to meet them, his expression somewhat grave.
He looked at the two children, "I'll take you out to eat first, she hasn't woken up yet, and you can't go into the ICU; let's just wait."
"Uncle Jiang."
Pei Yan stopped him, his gaze calm, "When will the diagnosis results be available?"
Jiang Tingsong sighed, "Your mother's illness was actually diagnosed abroad six months ago, but she kept it from all of us."
The air froze between the three of them.
Six months ago...
Six months ago, Godmother had returned to Rong to sweep the tomb of Pei Yan's grandmother.
On her way to Yunzhong, for some reason, she changed her plans and flew back to Los Angeles directly.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shuyao felt she vaguely understood the answer.
Looking again at the young man beside her, the stoic ice around him was gone, and he probably felt worse than anyone at the moment.
