Seeing the elder Mrs. Thompson copse, the terrified caregiver immediately called for doctors and nurses.


    Medical staff rushed in and began emergency procedures on the elder Mrs. Thompson


    The monitor beside the bed red with piercing rms as her blood pressure and oxygen levels steadily dropped. Finally, the electrocardiogram tlined.


    The elder Mrs. Thompson had been hanging on by a thread, just wanting to see her unborn great-grandson. With Ynda aborting the child, herst hope was gone.


    The elder Mrs. Thompson always said she couldn''t die in peace without seeing her great-grandson born.


    She was true to her word; her eyes remained open in death.


    "Time of death, 1:05 PM. Notify the family," the doctor said to a nurse, sighing.


    Emma stood behind the medical team, watching the elder Mrs. Thompson''s lifeless body, her eyes wide open. A wave of long-awaited peace washed over her, so intense it broke the dam of her restraint, and she finally let the tears fall.


    Her mind shed back to the times she had copsed in pools of her own blood.


    The first time, the elder Mrs. Thompson had intentionally locked her outside in the freezing snow. She had slipped, bled so much, and lost her daughter.


    That was her first child. She had bought so many beautiful little dresses and dolls, eagerly awaiting her birth. In the end, she lost her because of the elder Mrs. Thompson


    The second time was when Vanessa pushed her down the stairs, causing her water to break in a gush of amniotic fluid and blood. She had almost died, along with her child.


    All of this was the bitter fruit of the elder Mrs. Thompson''s cruelty. Now, with her death, the debt was finally paid.


    As tears streamed down her face, her eyes red, a strong and steady arm wrapped around her shoulders.


    Emma turned instinctively and saw Bet standing beside her. The child who had almost not survived his premature birth had grown into a tall, outstanding man.


    "Let''s go home. You''ve always hated the smell of antiseptic in hospitals," Bet said, his voice calm and detached, showing no concern for the elder Mrs. Thompson''s death.


    "Okay." Emma wiped the tears from her face and let Bet guide her out of the


    room.


    Just as they reached the doorway, they came face-to-face with a rushing Frank.


    After being moved from the ICU that morning, the elder Mrs. Thompson had been moring to see Frank. He only had his driver bring him over after finishing up his work, but halfway there, the hospital called t inform him she had passed away.


    Frank was much calmer than he would have expected upon hearing the news.


    The elder Mrs. Thompson''s heart failure had been progressing for years, and treatment was no longer meaningful. Frank had already made all the final arrangements, fully prepared for her to pass away at any moment.


    As her son, Frank felt a certain sadness at his mother''s passing. But beyond the grief, he also felt as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted, and a sense of relief washed over him.


    He had always tried to be a dutiful


    son, wanting his mother to depart without regrets. But how could life be without regrets? If it weren it weren''t for the elder Mrs. Thompson, he and Emma would have been a loving couple with both a son and a daughter.


    Emma''s eyes were still red. Seeing Frank, she said with a cold smile, "Sorry, I seem


    to have angered the old woman to death."


    Emma was clearly not in a good emotional state. Bet''s arm around her


    tightened instinctively, and he looked at Frank with a cold, wary gaze.


    Frank looked at the mother and son and let out a long sigh. "Mom was gravely ill for


    years. She died of her illness. It has nothing to do with you."