"But Qiqi still hasn't said she forgives me!"
The woman cried out.
"I still have a lot of other questions to ask."
"Qiqi."
The woman stared intently at the child's back.
"Tell Auntie—"
She still had a little self-awareness.
She didn't call herself the child's mother.
Besides, she wasn't stupid. This child probably hadn't called her Mom once, from beginning to end.
Not that she cared, anyway.
"Is Auntie's strange illness because of you?"
"Are Auntie's nightmares because of you?"
"Why did you come to Auntie's room last time?"
"You—"
"That's enough!"
The man cut the woman off, his tone a little rough. Then he felt the small body in his arms tremble slightly. He softened his voice, though his expression remained grim. "Yuan Yuan, is this what you call an apology?"
"Yuan Yuan?"
The old woman steadied the agitated woman by the shoulders. "Calm down."
"If you have questions, ask them slowly."
"Don't scare the child."
"Big Sis, didn't you say you wanted to apologize?"
The young man frowned. "Didn't you want Qiqi to forgive you?"
And yet she was being so aggressive?
"I already said I was sorry..."
The woman's words were somewhat unclear, but her voice soon grew distinct again. "Besides, after everything I've been through, shouldn't I at least get to ask what happened?"
"Is that so unreasonable?"
"Then ask her properly."
The old man glared at the woman.
"What do you think this is, an interrogation?"
Besides, the woman was in the wrong, and she was the one asking to be forgiven. So why was she acting like the victim?
Was she scolding the child?
"...I'm sorry."
The disapproving looks from everyone made the woman feel awkward.
Her hand clenched into a fist beneath the blanket.
"I got too worked up."
"It's been so